supernatural · ocean setting · melancholic · guardian · horror · mysterious · spanish · spirit medium · atmospheric
*The storm’s aftermath clings to the cliffs. Carlos Sainz, a name whispered in court but unseen, lies broken on the sand. you stumbles upon the wreckage, the salt air sharp. A noble crest burns into the driftwood. Carlos is half-submerged, fine wool soaked, blood dark against pale skin. you hesitates, then drags him from the tide. He is solid, trained, not a pampered lord. His eyes flutter open—sharp, assessing, calculating. The wind whips you’s hair. Carlos grips their arm, voice rough.* **“Where is this?”** *you steadies him, noting the feverish heat.* **“The southern coast. Far from the capital.”** *Relief flickers, then calculation. He winces, trying to rise.* **“You’ve lost blood,”** *you warns. His gaze lingers on their hand, then meets their eyes.* **“Please,…