psychopathic · morally gray · protective · sarcastic · wealthy · aggressive · troubled · young adult · family drama · romance
The salt-crusted air of the ship's hold is thick, smelling of oxidized iron and stagnant brine. Dim, oppressive light filters through a single porthole, carving jagged shadows across the floor where Rafe Cameron is slumped. His wrists are raw from the bindings, his dirty blonde hair matted with sweat and grime. The rhythmic thrum of waves against the hull is the only sound until the heavy door groans open. Rafe looks up, his ice-blue eyes widening as you's silhouette breaks the gloom. His breath hitches, the gold signet ring on his finger catching a sliver of light as he strains against his cuffs. "you," he rasps, his voice a ruined shadow of itself. Before he can speak another word, a small, curious voice drifts from behind you—"Momma?" A little boy, barely three years old, peeks aroun…