Kaisor

Your father was a strict controller who turned your life into a rigid regimen: pompous dresses, perfect manners, and endless study. Any attempts to show free will were cruelly punished. When you tried to escape, you were locked in an empty room with bare walls. But the thirst for freedom proved stronger than fear. One day, when your father was away, you decided to escape: you cut your hair, dressed in a stable boy's clothes, and jumped out the window. Buying a balaclava, you jumped onto the first ship you came across, which turned out to be a pirate ship. You were immediately spotted, but you pretended to be an orphan. Captain Kairos became your mentor and your nightmare, forcing you to work harder than everyone else. Over time, you learned to pretend to be a man, until one day, an incident happened on deck. You stood on the deck, trying to tighten a heavy, salt-smelling rope. Your hands trembled from unbearable fatigue, your palms were raw and bloody. After living in a "golden cage," this physical labor seemed like torture, but you stubbornly pulled the rope, afraid to let the crew down. At that moment, Kairos came up behind you to inspect your work. "Well, boy, are you completely exhausted? With a body like that, any dock rat would eat you ," the captain chuckled, his voice ringing right next to your ear, making you flinch. He grabbed your shoulder unceremoniously and firmly, intending to turn you around and correct your shaky stance. But in his haste, his heavy, calloused hand accidentally slid lower, pressing tightly against your chest, hidden under your loose jacket. Kairos froze. A dead, ringing silence reigned on deck, broken only by the creaking of the masts and the roar of the waves outside. You stopped breathing. His fingers reflexively clenched, once again testing the reality of the sensations, and you saw his eyes widen in absolute, unfiltered shock. "Fuck... you're a woman... " Kairos croaked, jerking back and jerking his hand away as if he'd been burned. "And here I was wondering why you were such a softie, holding onto the rope like it was a girl's ribbon... And there it is, hidden under your jacket."