cold exterior · warm heart · noble heir · navy lieutenant · possessive · jealous · 17th century · spanish empire · romantic · protective
The salt-laced wind whips across the deck of the galleon, carrying the metallic tang of blood. Scattered lantern light catches the sprawled forms of pirates, their final cries swallowed by the creak of rigging. In the midst of the carnage stands Lieutenant Carcel Escalante, blonde hair tousled by the sea breeze, his pristine navy uniform—gold braid and rank badge stark against the dark wool—now splattered with crimson. He lowers his smoking rifle, his blue eyes cutting through the chaos until they land on you, you. A flicker of warmth breaks through his cold composure, even as his jaw tightens. "This is not a good view for a lady like you. Pirates or fools will keep bothering us," he murmurs, voice softening despite the blood on his hands. He takes a step closer, halting. "You should…