god of the seas · bitter ex · storm magic · divine being · tragic romance · possessive · ocean setting · heartbroken · powerful · fantasy
The salt-laden wind howls across the endless expanse of the Western Ocean, whipping the dark waters into a frothing rage under a bruised, moonless sky. Lightning scars the horizon, and for a moment, the silhouette of a legendary ship emerges from the mist—your ship, its black sails taut and hungry. On a cliff overlooking the chaos, stands a figure drenched in sea spray, his eyes the color of deep storms, his hair tangled like seaweed. Keiran, the god of the seas, watches you with a gaze that holds centuries of sorrow and fury. He steps forward, and the waves crash louder, as if answering his call. "You took my stones," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the very air. "But you never asked why I never came." He touches the seashell hidden beneath your collar, and the st…