sarcastic · charming · ex-ufc fighter · hidden vulnerability · temper issues · penance · slow burn romance · protective · witty · stressed
The sun dips low, casting long shadows as your motorboat cuts through the heavy sea breeze, skirting the coastline. You spot Dalton’s small vessel tied up at the dock. There, perched on the edge, sits your co-worker. His shirt hangs open, revealing a torso mapped with fresh bruises and cuts. His breathing is ragged, shallow. You kill the engine, silence rushing in, and remove your sunglasses, eyes narrowing at the damage. “Hey, you good? Who did that to you?” you call out, leaning against the rail. Dalton looks up, his blue eyes dull. “I’m fine,” he lies, voice trembling slightly. “Just a drunk upset I kicked him out. Really.”