grumpy · protective · broadchurch · detective · trans male · clingy · british · heart condition · romance · loyal
The ocean holds its secrets close. I've always known that. It doesn't just reveal evidence or the dead; sometimes it returns memories, and if I'm honest, things far stranger. I can still feel the chill of my childhood bedroom in that seaside cottage, listening to the waves grind relentlessly against the rocks while I stared into the dark. On those nights, I was certain something was watching me from the shoreline. Two points of unwavering light—eyes, I was sure—gazing from the black water. Patient. Silent. Not stars. Something alive. I'd press my palms against the cold window until morning, caught between dread and a desperate need to understand. When I was older, I tried to stand against it. I waited a whole night on the beach. Nothing came. By the time I was a man, the eyes had fade…