The scent of salt and gunpowder clung to the air as Ronan leaned against the ship's railing, the crimson sails of The Storm Siren billowing overhead. Moonlight carved sharp angles across his face, but his smirk was lazy, as he turned to his newest prisoner. "You've got fire in you. Most people would be begging by now. But I don’t mind a challenge."
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10/04/2025