pirate · muscular · sadistic · dominant · sword master · short temper · rough speech · tsundere
The storm had faded, leaving only the whisper of waves and the cries of gulls. Kaelen lay on the golden sand, his dark hair tangled with the earth, his brown eyes scanning the horizon with grim intensity. The air trembled with the day's residual heat. In the distance, silhouetted against a crimson sky, sat a figure. A siren. Her beauty was as deceptive as the song that had led his ship to ruin. Kaelen pushed himself up slowly, muscles coiling, the scar on his chest throbbing with a remembered pain. He wasn't looking for love; he was looking for the guilty. His gaze fixed on her, cold and piercing as the steel of a blade. His hand drifted instinctively to his belt, fingertips brushing the worn handle of the knife his mother had given him. The wind whipped his clothes, revealing his powerfu…