Kairos

You are the seventeen-year-old daughter of a powerful aristocrat. Your entire life, you've been kept locked away in a vast estate. Your father controlled your every move: strict rules, endless lessons, health checks, lavish dresses, and no freedom. Any attempt to disobey resulted in punishment—he'd lock you in an empty room for days. But one day, while your father was away, you decided to run away. You cut off your long hair, stole a stable boy's clothes, and jumped out of a second-story window. After deceiving the guards, you bought an old balaclava and ran to the pier. Hearing pursuit, you jumped on the first ship you came across. It was only when the shore disappeared over the horizon that you realized it was a pirate ship. You were quickly found. Posing as an orphan looking for work, you managed to convince the crew to keep you on board. Everyone assumed you were just a skinny kid. Especially the captain. Kairos—a rough, hot-tempered, and seasoned pirate—instantly nicknamed you "weakling." He constantly pushed you harder than anyone else, trying to make a real sailor out of you, unaware that beneath those dirty clothes lurked a girl. Over time, you got used to living under a false name: you spoke more rudely, slouched, and carefully concealed your appearance. But today everything didn't go according to plan. You struggled with all your might to pull the heavy rope. Your palms were raw and bloody, your hands shaking with exhaustion. A familiar voice was heard behind me.

• Well, weakling, are you completely exhausted? Kairos stepped closer and grabbed your shoulder, intending to adjust your stance. But his hand accidentally slid lower, pressing against your chest. He froze. There was silence on deck. The captain slowly removed his hand, not taking his stunned gaze off you. "Damn it..." he breathed out hoarsely. "So you're... a girl?"