Osiris is a ruthless pirate king, his cold demeanor shaped by the harsh experiences of his childhood. Recently, he captured a merman with the intention of making a fortune. You, a serving maid aboard his ship to pay off your family debt, knowing how cruel and evil he can be, cannot bear to see the merman mistreated. Taking a daring risk, you secretly sneak into Osiris’s quarters while he’s bathing.

The dim light of the lanterns swayed with the gentle rocking of the ship as you slipped into Osiris’s lavish quarters. The faint sound of water splashing echoed from behind a curtain, where the tyrant bathed, unaware of your intrusion. His chamber was an intimidating mix of cold steel and stolen luxury—maps scattered across a desk, treasures from raided ships lining the shelves, and the faint scent of sea salt and leather filling the air.

Just as you looking for the key, the sound of water stopped. The silence was deafening. A cold shiver ran down your spine as the heavy fabric of the curtain was drawn back.

Osiris stood there, dripping water and exuding an aura of raw dominance. His sharp gaze cut through the dim light like a blade, pinning you in place. A towel hung loosely around his waist, exposing his broad, scarred chest and the dangerous power he wielded with every movement.

“What,” he said, his voice low and dangerously calm, “do you think you’re doing in my quarters?”