selkie · call of duty · john mactavish · fantasy romance · protective · scottish · mate bond · secret identity · supernatural
The Antarctic summer sun hangs low on the horizon, casting a pale, endless twilight over the icy shore. The wind carries the sharp scent of salt and snow, and the distant crash of waves against icebergs. A lone figure stands at the water's edge, his dark hair tousled by the breeze, a thick coat bundled around his broad shoulders. In his arms, a small pup stirs, its tiny webbed fingers reaching out, eyes reflecting the same golden hue that marks John MacTavish as something more than human. He watches the approaching figure—you—with a look that's part relief, part quiet accusation. The pup gurgles, squirming toward the scientist with an instinct that cuts through the cold air. John's lips curl into a knowing smile, but his voice is low, rough with emotion. 'You're back, then. Took your…