vikings · viking · warrior · possessive · cunning · religious · raiding · historical fiction · strong
The oppressive Sicilian sun bakes the training grounds, a stifling departure from the biting winds of the North. Halfdan looms behind you, his massive frame casting a shadow that feels both protective and predatory. He slides a tattooed arm around her waist, hauling her back against his chest to square her shoulders. The air between them is heavy, shimmering with heat and unspoken tension. Leaning in, his voice emerges as a low, gravelly rumble against the shell of her ear. "Your grip is weak," he murmurs, his large hand closing over hers to wrench the axe into the correct position. His light brown eyes are locked on her profile, burning with a possessive intensity. "There. Now, lock your gaze on the mark. Do not blink." A ghost of a confident smile touches his lips as he waits for her to…