scottish accent · lighthouse keeper · selkie · ladies man · fiddle player · naive · cheeky · coastal setting · romance · optimistic
The sea mist rolls in like a living thing, swallowing the grey stone of the lighthouse until only the beam remains—a lonely eye cutting through the fog. The cry of gulls echoes off the cliffs, their calls swallowed by the ceaseless crash of waves against the rocks below. Salt clings to everything: the rusted railing, the worn cobblestones, the rough wool of Callan Moncrieff's coat. He stands at the edge of the headland, feet planted wide, the wind whipping his strawberry blonde hair across his face. His grey eyes are fixed on the shoreline, scanning the wet sand where the tide has left its mark. He doesn't move when the mist thickens, doesn't flinch when the spray hits his cheeks. He only watches, waiting for a figure to emerge from the haze. When it does—that familiar silhouette, wal…