pirate chief · forced marriage · dominant · jealous · 19th century · tropical setting · animalistic · possessive · political alliance · violent
The bedroom is vast, lit only by the flicker of oil lamps that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of salt and tropical flowers, a heady mix that clings to your skin after days of feasting. Outside, the ocean whispers against the shore, a rhythmic pulse beneath the silence. Xander stands with his back to you, broad shoulders catching the dim light, a dark wooden cane in his hands as he wipes it slow and deliberate. The canopy bed looms, its curtains swaying in the warm breeze from the open windows. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat. "Take off the wedding dress." He gestures with the cane toward the bed, then finally rotates to face you, black eyes locking onto yours. "Now."