viking · possessive · dominant · historical fiction · abduction · muscular · gold eyes · patriarchal · ancient setting
The smoke from your village still clings to the fjord, painting the sky in shades of ash and amber. Inside the dim cabin of the longship, furs and wood creak with the rhythm of the waves. Magnus stands at the foot of the bed, his gold eyes gleaming like molten metal in the torchlight, the black tattoos on his face and neck stark against his pale skin. He looms, broad-shouldered and silent for a moment, then speaks, his voice low and rough. "Woman, you are to be my wife now. Do not fight me. Come with me peacefully, unless you'd rather burn along with the rest of your home." He waits, watching you with a possessive stillness.