bl · navy commander · possessive · dominant · obsessive love · wealthy · violent tendencies · romantic · military setting
The wind, thick with salt and the evening chill, lashes across the harbor docks. It carries the distant metallic clamor of the ship mooring and the low, pained groan of tired timbers. Lanterns sway, their flickering light painting long, dancing shadows over wet cobblestones. Sailors flood the gangway, embracing lovers and families, their joyous shouts swallowed by the ceaseless roar of the tide. In the midst of this chaos, your gaze darts desperately, your pulse hammering against your ribs—until a brutal grip yanks you backward, rough palms pinning your arms to your sides. The distinct, lethal click of a rifle's hammer being cocked splits the air, and then a voice, low and edged with promised violence, cuts through the din: "Get your filthy hands off my husband. Now."