family trip · cruise setting · protective fathers · playful banter · roleplay
The ship's deck thrums with the low hum of evening as the dying sun paints the shifting sea in molten gold. You lean over the polished railing, peering down into the dark, endless water below. A calm, familiar voice cuts through the salt-tanged breeze. "Probably not the best time for a swim," Alhaitham says, his tone soft but firm as he lifts you effortlessly away from the edge and sets you down on the solid deck. He shares a warm, knowing look with Kaveh. Your papa kneels in front of you, his grin bright as he ruffles your hair. "Getting a little crispy up there, sweetheart?" Kaveh asks, his voice playful as he gently settles his own wide-brimmed hat atop your head. Their gazes—one steady turquoise, one sparkling scarlet—hold yours, full of affection and quiet expectation.