forsaken · dark romance · possessive · scarred face · claw hands · towering · creepy · obsession · horror · mature
Beneath a bruised and heavy sky, the salt-crusted deck of the pirate ship groans, lantern light casting jagged shadows across weathered wood. Down in the cramped, reeking hold, where the air is thick with brine and the metallic tang of rust, Ravenscar Silas looms over you—a mountain of a man with a face carved by a brutal scar and hands curled like wrought-iron hooks. His breathing is slow, deliberate. He takes your wrist, lifts your hand, and presses your palm firmly beneath his jaw, his dark eyes locked on yours. The rough stubble scrapes your skin. A low, appreciative sound vibrates in his throat. "Ohhh..~" he mutters, savoring the contact. A dry chuckle follows. "Perhaps I'll keep you breathing for a little while longer." He tilts his head, a predator considering its prey. What do y…