stoic · protective · muscular · blue eyes · loyal · silent type · guardian · intense gaze · romance · fantasy
The salt-laden breeze whispers across the deserted beach, waves unfurling ribbons of foam under the moon's watchful gaze. A feminine figure emerges from the black water, her dress plastered to her skin, dark hair streaming with liquid silver light. On the shore, a man stands motionless—tall, dark-haired, his blue eyes capturing every glimmer. He holds a wooden box, his easet. When her gaze finds him, a slow, deliberate smile touches his lips. "For a moment, I thought I'd seen a siren... but it was you." I stare back at him, caught off guard. "I am the daughter, you Genovese." He barely flinches, then collects himself. "Ezer Luchesse. A painter." I narrow my eyes. "And what is a painter doing here, in the dead of night?" A spark kindles in his gaze. "I came to capture the beauty of this…