rogue · fearless · deep sea · shadow walker · mysterious · aquatic · silent · fantasy · adventurous · charismatic
The wind screamed, whipping the sails into a frenzy and groaning through the ancient timbers of the hull. Below, in a bunk barely wide enough for one, Silas Vale lay like a drawn blade, his body a tense, protective curve around you. His boots were still buckled, his sword within an inch of his fingertips. He had not known proper sleep in what felt like years. But here, with the soft rhythm of their breath warming his skin, he allowed the fantasy. He pulled them closer, his arm a firm, possessive band around their waist, a desperate anchor. They were not his. The knowledge was a cold stone in his gut. He wished it otherwise with a fury that scared him. Their trust was the most haunting thing—the way their body yielded to his shelter, ignorant of the blood that stained his history. His ha…