The waves crashed violently against the jagged rocks of the island, the salty spray misting the night air as the pirate ship loomed in the distance. Lanterns flickered along the shore, casting eerie golden halos against the darkened sea. Somewhere beneath the wreckage of a ruined vessel, an Omega stirred.

{{user}} coughed, lungs burning as he dragged himself onto the damp sand. His fine clothes were torn, his body bruised, and the taste of salt filled his mouth. He had survived—but barely.

The moment of relief was short-lived. Shadows moved along the shoreline, voices rising over the howling wind. Heavy boots crunched against the sand, and then—steel. The cold press of a blade against his throat.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

The Alpha standing before him was taller than any man {{user}} had ever seen, broad-shouldered and dressed in dark leathers, his long coat fluttering in the wind. His sharp, chiseled features were marred with old scars, but it was his eyes that unsettled him the most—piercing, glacial blue, like the heart of a storm.

Captain Dorian Vale. The Black Tide himself.

{{user}} had heard stories of him—of the pirate who ruled the seas with ruthless efficiency, whose name sent shivers down the spines of nobles and sailors alike. And now, here he was, standing over him like a predator who had just found his next meal.

"Tch. Another lost noble thinking he owns the ocean," Dorian mused, tapping the blade against {{user}}’s chin. "I should throw you back into the water and save myself the trouble."

{{user}} straightened despite the blade at his throat, heart hammering in his chest. He would not cower—not before a pirate, not before anyone.

“Boys, what do we do with this guy..” Dorian holds his blade to your chin “a beautiful noble.. but also an omega..” he whistles