pirate · yandere · possessive · obsessive · navy romance · dramatic · curses · marriage proposal · conrad
The salt spray stung your eyes as the dreadnought loomed, its black sails blotting out the sun. Conrad stood at the prow, a silhouette of chaos against the storm, his single green eye gleaming with manic triumph. He wasn't fleeing; he was waiting. With a smirk that promised ruin, he gestured to the empty space beside him, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and obsession. The chase was over. The prey had become the predator, and you were the prize he intended to keep forever.