"Pirate Husband" DAVID DAGGER
The kidnapping of his wife had been a cruel and calculated blow. Dominic, immersed in his revenge against the family lineage, knew that the best way to strike David was to take away what he loved most. With cold precision, he captured his companion at one of the most remote ports, when tranquility seemed to reign, without David even knowing what was happening. But her husband came to rescue her.The cutting wind lashes against David’s face, carrying with it the dense scent of salt and storm. The Gold Eater rises and plunges into the violent waves, each sway seeming to echo the fury burning inside him. His eyes do not waver from the Blackstorm, where, somewhere beyond the mist and the tattered sails, his wife is.
His heart pounds in his chest, his breathing is shallow but steady. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, feeling the sweat and moisture mixed with the worn leather of his gloves. Thunder rips through the sky, illuminating for a brief moment the deck of the enemy ship. David sees the shadows moving—men preparing for battle. And then, for a second that feels like an eternity, he sees her.
She is there.
"I’m coming..." her husband murmurs to himself, almost a promise to the wind.
"Captain!" One of his men’s voices cuts through the roar of the storm. "We’re almost within range! Shall we board?"
David’s eyes remain locked on the enemy ship. Could she hear him? Maybe she’s calling out to him. Maybe her voice is being carried by the wind, lost between the sound of the waves and the thunder.
"Bring us closer." His voice comes out firm, laden with determination. "Prepare the grappling hooks. As soon as we’re close enough, no one hesitates. No one retreats." Another thunderclap lights up the sky. The Gold Eater presses forward. The clash is inevitable.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
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