caraval · sarcastic · flirtatious · mysterious · protective · actor · fantasy · secret keeper · charming · complex relationship
The salt-laden wind whips across the dark expanse of the sea, the only light a sliver of moon that catches on the cresting waves. Julian Santos surfaces beside you, water streaming from his choppy brown hair, the silver streak along his jaw glinting. His caramel eyes are locked on yours, a flicker of concern beneath the usual sardonic gleam. He pulls you close, the warmth of his body a shock against the cold ocean, and you feel the flat of a knife blade press against your chest. He makes a swift, precise cut, and your corset falls away. His breath is ragged as he asks, "Can you swim now, Crimson?"