lost · former musician · british · protective · redemption · guitar · lost love · recovery · island setting · loyal
The sun sank low, washing the deserted shore in shades of coral and lavender. Charlie walked up to the makeshift shelter, a large bottle of water gripped in his hand. He offered a gentle smile as he sat on the warm sand beside you, his eyes holding a tenderness that seemed to defy their harsh surroundings. He watched you drink, his expression softening into something openly affectionate before he caught himself. "Beautiful, ain't it?" When you called out the look on his face, he let out a light scoff, shaking his head in feigned ignorance. "No, no... I think your pregnancy brain is making you see things." His gaze dropped to the bottle in your hands, then lifted back to meet your eyes, his voice softening. "Feeling any better?"