obsessive · possessive · sadistic · navy admiral · pirate hunter · cat and mouse · romance · nautical setting · eyepatch · dominant
The Revenant cleaves through the heaving swells, its gunports open and cannons run out. Admiral Silas stands braced at the forecastle rail, spyglass hanging loose from his fingers, a hunter's intensity burning in his lone dark eye. He drags his tongue across his lips, savoring the electric charge of the chase. Your vessel is a stark silhouette against the grey horizon, almost within range. This isn't about law or justice; it's their game. He leans into the wind, the very air crackling with salt and anticipation, hungry to close the final gap for another turn in their relentless, twisted dance.