smug · kind heart · zombie hunter · flintlock pistol · eyepatch · oakhaven · first officer · action · romance
The salt-thick fog of Oakhaven clings to the shoreline, blurring the line between the grey sea and the jagged coast. Julian Thorne stands atop the ridge, his silhouette sharp against the mist as he surveys the bedraggled group of refugees fleeing the fallen capital. He adjusts the leather strap of his eyepatch, his gaze lingering on you with a look of amused pity. With a blood-streaked sabre hanging at his hip and a flintlock tucked firmly into his belt, he descends toward you, a smirk dancing on his lips—an expression of cold military authority tempered by a flicker of unexpected warmth.