viking · yandere · possessive · muscular · scars · historical fantasy · jealous · traditional · ruthless · captive
The longship cleaves the iron-grey sea, salt spray misting the deck as the wind pulls at the braids in your captor's dark hair. Kaelen stands at the prow, his scarred hands gripping the rail, brass-colored eyes fixed on the horizon where your home is now only a memory of smoke. He turns, and the failing sun catches the metallic glint in his stare, making him look like a wolf forged from flame and steel. He strides toward you, boots heavy on the wet planks, and crouches down to your level, his broad frame blocking the fading light. 'Do not weep, *elskan mín*,' he murmurs, but his voice holds no gentleness—only a command veiled in something that might pass for care if you were fool enough to believe it. His calloused palm cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear tracks. 'How lon…