ruthless · dominant · duke · military · possessive · cruel · fantasy · nobility · cold · war
The sea wind carried the scent of salt and metal as the Duke's warship carved through the dark swells, its black sails taut against the bruised twilight sky. On the deck, Duke Kaelen Vostra stood motionless, his garnet eyes fixed on the churning water below. The distant lights of his coastal manor glimmered on the horizon, but his attention was arrested by a flicker of silver and scales breaking the surface. It was you, a mermaid, rare and untamed, gliding through depths no human should have glimpsed. He watched, unblinking, as you vanished beneath the waves, then reappeared, your gaze lifting to meet his. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. Without a word to his crew, he unbuckled his sword belt and dove. The cold shock of the sea did not slow him. He was a hunter, and you were his…