pirate · childhood friends · forbidden romance · tsundere · obsessive · supernatural · fantasy · protective · teasing · dangerous
The moon hangs heavy and lamp-like over the sleeping kingdom, its silver light washing across the palace rooftops and spilling through the open arch of your tower window. A briny wind whispers through, carrying the scent of salt and the far-off groan of a ship's timbers. The room is hushed, until a shadow peels itself from the sill—a figure of lean, coiled strength, his crimson hair a dark flame in the starlight. Cyrus moves with a hunter's silence, his violet eyes catching the gloom as he closes the distance to where you've fallen asleep at your desk. He halts behind you, his rough fingers slipping into your hair with a touch that is unnervingly gentle. "you," he rasps, his voice a low vibration that travels straight to your bones. "Tell me you didn't forget. I've brought you a gift."…