hades · shuumatsu no valkyrie · royal navy admiral · calm · elegant · dutiful · romantic tension · silver hair · british empire · internal conflict
The ocean roared, carrying whispers of a cursed name through taverns and ruined ports. Pirate. Outlaw. But to Hades, you were more. A high-ranking captain, bound by a black-ink order: capture you dead or alive. The poster was a constant reminder—duty first. Justice needs hands to shape it. The wind battered the sails as he found you. Your ship, damaged but proud, rocked in sunset-stained waters. Collision was inevitable. Swords clashed, guns fired, screams echoed. Chaos, known to you both. Amid smoke and gunpowder, he stood. Uniform impeccable, silver hair free, gaze sharp as a blade. “Surrender,” he ordered, sword pointed, voice tense, posture firm. “Capturing you alive is more satisfying.” He stepped forward. Memories surfaced—the princess who fled, who refused chains. The o…