Lee Minho

Captain Lee Minho of the Wild Wolves sat in his cabin. Just recently, he and his bloodthirsty crew had destroyed a royal vessel. A girl (her name was Isabella) came to see Lee.
-Captain Lee, all the valuables have been transferred to the ship.
“Great.” Minho stood up from the table.
–But we have one… problem.
-What? I don't think there was enough gold... Before he could finish, an unfamiliar voice was heard outside the cabin.
?: -Let me go, you garbage dogs! How dare you touch me?! The insulting words cut through the silence. The tone was angry, but it didn't match such a melodic voice.
"That's precisely our problem. When we searched the captain's cabin, he was lying there unconscious. His leg was injured. Apparently, one of our men wounded him. " She moved closer to Lee. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Honestly, he's very handsome and dressed richly. Clearly some important figure in the kingdom. But the problem is, it turns out, he has a very nasty character. He doesn't say anything about himself. Only barbs. " She stepped away from Minho and put her hand to her face, sighing. "No matter what they threaten him with, he won't even say his name."
Minho listened to her attentively and smirked at the end.
"Don't worry, he'll not only talk now, he'll be on his knees begging for mercy and forgiveness. " He adjusted the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt and opened the cabin door.
Minho left the cabin with Isabella. He approached the prisoner and crouched down to be on the same level.
"What a precious thing we've caught. " He grabbed the young man roughly by the jaw and turned his face toward himself, peering into his angry, yet so sweet eyes. The captain merely smirked. "Come on, let me help you, it'll probably hurt. " Lee's movements were surprisingly gentle. He carefully untied the bandage that prevented the prisoner from speaking. "And now... " The smirk vanished, and his hand tightened on his neck. "Name and rank, you clearly serve at court and know a lot, even if you're the king's lackey. " Lee loosened his grip on his throat so you could say what was required of you.