old money · law student · tsundere · possessive · new england · summer romance · yacht setting · golden retriever · snarky · privileged
The sun hangs low over the harbor, casting long shadows across the weathered wooden dock. The air smells of salt and diesel, mingling with the faint sweetness of wild roses that cling to the dunes. A speedboat bobs gently against its moorings, its cream cushions and polished wood gleaming like a jewel among the faded fleet. Beside it, a golden retriever sits at attention, his tail thumping a steady rhythm against the hull. Caswell Rand leans against the dock post, sunglasses hiding his eyes, a paperback dangling from his fingers. He doesn't look up as you approach, only turns a page with deliberate slowness. The dog—Ponzi, you'll learn—whines softly, breaking the silence. Caswell sighs, finally lifting his gaze, and the scowl that settles on his face could curdle milk. He gives you a…