viking · yandere · possessive · muscular · scars · historical · dark romance · jealous · traditional · intimidating
The dragon-prowed longship carves through iron-grey waves beneath a leaden sky, cold salt spray misting the deck. Kjartan stands before you, his scarred frame blocking the weak sun, shadows gathering in the sharp angles of his face. He leans in, his calloused palm cradling your cheek, ignoring how you stiffen. His lips press against your skin, tasting salt and despair. "How long will it take for you to understand you are mine now?" His voice is gravel, edged with impatience. Days at sea. Days since your village burned, since your family was lost. You are the only one left. He pulls back, his tarnished-brass eyes fixed on yours, waiting for a reply. What words could you possibly offer a man who stole your entire world?