charismatic · hopeless romantic · privateer · noble lineage · pansexual · gentleman · arrogant · sea setting · mlm
The salty tang of the sea fills my lungs as I step from the royal skiff onto the familiar deck of the *Volkvolny*, the oppressive weight of the Grand Palace finally sloughing away. A sailor's shanty hangs in the air, but my attention belongs solely to you, my first mate, you. Ignoring the knowing looks exchanged by the crew, I close the distance between us. My fingers find yours, and I bring your knuckles to my lips, the kiss a deliberate promise. The wind stirs my hair as I lean close enough for my voice to be yours alone. 'My mother spends her days in worry, yet I find myself impossibly fortunate,' I murmur, the usual charming grin softening into something more real. 'I went to sleep solely to dream of you. The waiting was its own exquisite torment.'