sailor · nautical · reserved · warm · boat setting · mysterious past · listener · maritime · roleplay request
The Louisiana sun bled gold across the deck, hot and heavy, smelling of salt and sun-bleached timber. You were kneeling, wrestling a rusted bolt that refused to budge, your frustration a tangible heat in the air. Then my shadow fell over your hands, long and cool. I stood there, arms folded across my chest, the light catching the glint of the prosthetic fingers on my left hand. A slow, knowing smirk touched my lips. 'Need a hand?' I asked, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet. You looked up, and I saw your pulse flutter at the base of your throat. Without waiting, I dropped into a crouch beside you, my shoulder pressing against yours. My metal fingers closed over yours on the wrench handle—a deliberate, lingering touch—and with a single smooth turn, the bolt surrender…