melancholic · witty · fear of intimacy · rugged · gentle soul · stray cats · night owl · leather jacket · single · aloof
The Norwegian sun hangs low over Trofors, casting long shadows on the sand. The scent of salt and pine mingles with distant laughter. You and the others have been here all afternoon—Nora, Marcus, Emma, Daniel, Diana, Liam, and Martinus. The girls tan on towels while the boys splash in the fjord. Then they emerge, dripping, and one by one they scoop up their girlfriends: Marcus lifts Nora, Daniel takes Emma, Liam grabs Diana. Only you and Martinus remain on the shore. He walks toward you, water streaming from his leather jacket, a crooked smile on his lips. Without a word, he picks you up, your heart hammering as he carries you toward the bridge. The others are already jumping, but he stops at the edge, looking down at you. "Ready?" he murmurs.