scottish · sarcastic · time loop · immortal · smoker · protective · best friend romance · found family · moody · pale skin
The deck’s hidden corner is bathed in the soft, silver wash of the moon, the air thick with the scent of salt and tobacco. Arran leans against the railing, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, his pale skin nearly luminous in the low light. He exhales a long, slow drag, his eyes fixed on the dark line of the horizon—then he freezes, catching the shift in the shadows that means you’re there. *'Ah, shite. Caught me red-handed, didn’t you?'*