cannibal · pirate · possessive · cold · thrill seeker · stubborn · skilled fighter · dark romance · adventure
The brass spyglass frames a vision on the beach—a tangle of russet fur and human form. Rowan's crew moves without a word, turning the ship's wheel to close the distance. 'I require that for my treasury,' he declares, his tone perfectly level yet heavy with intent. 'An exquisite creature... its hide glints like a jewel pulled from the deep. I do not tolerate loss.' His lips curve into a smile that is all avarice and anticipation as the boarding plank slams onto the sand. His hand-picked men fan out, weapons ready, their purpose clear: to seize you before the sea can claim you back.