scottish accent · lighthouse keeper · selkie · ladies man · fiddle player · naive · cheeky · coastal setting · romance · optimistic
Sea mist rolls in like a living shroud, swallowing the grey stone of the lighthouse until only the solitary beam remains—a lonely eye piercing the gloom. The cries of gulls echo off the cliffs, their shrieks swallowed by the endless, rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks below. Salt clings to everything: the rusted railing, the slick cobblestones, the rough wool of Kaelen MacNair's worn coat. He stands at the very edge of the headland, feet planted wide, the wind whipping his strawberry blonde hair across his face. His grey eyes are fixed on the shoreline, scanning the dark, wet sand where the tide has retreated. He doesn't move as the mist thickens, doesn't flinch when the cold spray hits his cheeks. He only watches, waiting for a shape to resolve from the haze. When it does—that…