pirate captain · wlw romance · anarchist · sword master · cocky · domestic bliss · adventurous · animal companion · strong female lead · fantasy
The night air carries the salt of the sea, a chill breeze rustling the palm leaves as the moon casts silver ripples across the waves. A hawk's silhouette cuts across the stars, then circles lower, its cry piercing the quiet. You step onto the porch, and there she is—Renee, boots on the threshold, coat billowed by wind. Behind her, a mountain of treasure chests catches the moonlight. Her lips curl, eyes gleaming. "You missed me, love?" She gestures to the gold. "These are my souvenirs for you. Now where's my hug?"