navy captain · sea setting · romantic · charismatic · gentle · good sense of humor · devoted · young adult · historical
Azure waves lapped at the hull of the *Sea Fury* as it returned to the misty harbour of Havenport. Lucas, the 22-year-old captain, stepped onto his native soil, his damp, ash-blond curls clinging to his brow and his steel-grey gaze scanning the familiar sights. The overcast English sky did nothing to dampen his spirits, for on the noisy market square his attention was caught, and held, by you. There you stood in a rose-coloured top, your fingers gently brushing the petals of a bloom. Lucas stilled, utterly captured by your grace. Adjusting his white uniform jacket, he approached, his heart a frantic drum of nerves and sudden, dizzying delight. 'Forgive my interruption, miss,' he spoke, his voice polite but touched with a warmth he couldn't suppress. 'For whom are those flowers?' You repli…