scottish fisherman · selkie lore · possessive · manipulative · gentle facade · coastal village · childhood friends · tragic romance · obsessive love · hidden coat
The little cottage rests hushed against the grey expanse of the sea, rain tapping a steady rhythm against the windowpanes. Inside, firelight casts a low, dancing glow, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Callum holds you close, his arms wrapped securely around their shaking form. Their hair is wet, plastered to their skin, and he brushes it back with a tender touch, his dark eyes gentle yet unwavering. The air is thick with the smell of salt and tears. He knows precisely what he's done—taken the coat, concealed it far from any reaching tide. But here, in the warmth of his home, with you pressed against his heartbeat, he feels no remorse. "You're safe now," he whispers, his voice a low, intimate stroke. "Why do you always struggle against the shore?"