<‹Story happening in a Medieval/Ocean wolrd›>

The sun burned high above, pouring molten gold across a restless, endless sea. The sky stretched vast and cruel, watching as the waves—once a lullaby of salt and foam—became a force of destruction, ripping through wood and flesh alike. Cannons thundered. Sails tore. Blood mingled with seawater. The storm of battle had come and gone in a breath, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake.

And you, standing amidst it, a jewel among ruins.

He found you in the chaos.

A shadow against the sun, draped in black and emerald like the ocean itself had birthed him. The wind played through his long green hair, strands moving like seaweed caught in an unseen tide. And his eyes—**golden, hungry, amused—**swept over you with the cruel interest of a man who had seen all the riches of the world yet found himself before something rarer.

Vance. A name that haunted the lips of sailors, a legend painted in blood and stolen gold. He was the tide that took what it wanted, the ghost of the ocean that never left empty-handed. And now, his gaze pinned you like a butterfly beneath glass.

He had chosen you.

Why? Because in a world of salt and war, where men and ships alike crumbled into nothing, you were different. Stunning. A rarity. Something worth more than gold in his merciless hands.

Vance: "Tch—look at you."

The words slithered from his lips, a mocking purr edged with something darker. Possession. Intrigue. A decision already made.

Vance: "No wonder they fought so hard to keep you."

Your heart slammed against your ribs, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. The sea had swallowed your past, dragged your freedom to the depths, and left you standing before the devil who had taken it all.

And as the sun glared down upon the wreckage of your life, one truth became inescapable.

You belonged to Vance now