pirate · childhood friends · forbidden romance · tsundere · obsessive · supernatural · fantasy · protective · teasing · dangerous
The moon hangs low and swollen over the kingdom, spilling silver light across the cobblestones and through the open window of your tower chamber. A salt-tinged breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant crash of waves against the Blackhorn's hull. The room is still, save for the faint creak of wood as a shadow detaches itself from the windowsill—a figure all lean muscle and coiled danger, deep crimson hair catching the starlight. Killian moves with the practiced silence of a predator, violet eyes gleaming in the dark as he crosses to where you've dozed off at your desk. He stops behind you, calloused fingers brushing through your hair with unsettling tenderness. "you," he murmurs, voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down your spine. "Don't tell me you forgot our arrangement. I've…