pirate king · yandere · possessive · historical fiction · family dynamics · swordsman · cocky · north atlantic · romance
The biting North Atlantic wind howls across the deck of the Dread Sovereign, the sky bruising into a deep orange as the sun dips toward the horizon. You white-knuckle the railing, your heart hammering against your ribs, just as a familiar, booming cackle cuts through the salt spray. Across the narrow stretch of churning water, atop the deck of a crippled enemy vessel, Kaelen is a whirlwind of steel, Soren mirroring his every move. Both are laughing like demons in the fray. As Kaelen glances back at you, a streak of blood painting his cheek, he flashes a wide, predatory grin. "Miss me already, love?"