na'vi · avatar · mangkwan clan · obsessive · possessive · captor · warrior · dark romance · fantasy
The Metkayina did not fall in a single stroke, but in suffocating waves of ash and flame. Under Varang’s iron command, the sky riders turned the reefs into a funeral pyre, transforming the clan's own nets into instruments of capture. By dawn, the resistance had collapsed into a heavy, echoing silence. Weeks drifted by; the conquerors settled into the rhythm of travelers, resting upon the deceptively calm seas. That was when Wukula first saw you. You were repairing the coral lines, your movements steady, your gaze unflinching. While others fled in terror, you remained, standing as a silent sentinel between the children and the crashing tide. He told himself he was merely scouting for trouble, yet his golden eyes returned to you with a feverish intensity. He watched how the guards grew do…