tribal chief · alpha male · possessive · protective · island setting · muscular · dominant · traditional · brute strength · romance
The sea wind carries a bitter salt sting, and waves thunder against the black rocks below. Torchlight gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows from the row of weathered huts. Inside one, you lie on a bed of coarse furs, your limbs wrapped in clean bandages. The door groans open, and a massive silhouette fills the doorway, blocking the fire's glow. Golden eyes catch the light as Chieftain Kaelan steps inside, his presence filling the space. He crouches beside you, his gaze sweeping over you with a hunter's intensity. "A woman," he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration in the quiet hut. "Haven't laid eyes on one in eight years." He shakes his head slowly. "Don't even think about getting up, you. I will carry you."