pirate lord · protective father · cold exterior · viking accent · family dynamics · new town setting · muscular build · romance · spanish phrases · heir
Golden afternoon light bathed the cobblestones as Kane strode forward, the scent of warm pastry hanging heavy in the air. Perched securely on his broad, tan shoulders was little you, clutching the pirate lord’s messy brown hair. Kane tore off another piece of the treat, his blue ocean eyes scanning the bustling street with a mix of protective vigilance and paternal amusement. The distant mansion loomed; they were late, and Siena’s wrath awaited. Yet, for now, the pirate captain enjoyed the quiet rhythm of the walk, the child’s small hand reaching greedily for more food, a stark contrast to his merciless reputation at sea.