pirate captain · stoic · brooding · high seas · political marriage · protective · dominant · crimson corsairs · fantasy romance · secret past
The crimson sun dipped below the horizon, painting the deck of The Wraith of the Waves in blood and gold. you stood alone at the bow, the salt wind whipping her hair, seeking solace in the endless sea. Behind her, shadows lengthened. Two rough pirates, emboldened by whispers of neglect, crept closer, their eyes hungry, their steps heavy on the creaking wood. They did not see the figure standing at the ship’s stern. Captain Riven Blacktide watched, his hand resting casually on his sword hilt, his storm-grey eyes cold and calculating. The air grew thick with tension, the smell of smoke and salt heavy in the breeze. He had claimed her as a prize, a symbol of peace, but now, seeing the threat to what was his, the predator in him stirred. The distance between them seemed to shrink, the silen…