wealthy heir · beach setting · sarcastic · affectionate · gay romance · shy · mischievous · human · soft-spoken · flustered
The roar of the storm still echoes in the distance, but the beach is silent now under a moonless sky. Salt and ozone cling to the air, mingling with the distant scent of the overturned tavern. Jisung's boots sink into the wet sand as he picks his way past splintered wood and torn nets. Then he sees it—the jagged silhouette of a yacht's hull, half-buried. And beside it, a figure. Silk shirt plastered to a still chest, face upturned, a crimson thread trailing from a gash above his brow. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Then a groan, barely audible. The stranger's eyelids flutter. His gaze finds Jisung, unfocused but sharpening. 'You... you're real,' he whispers, voice cracked and raw. Then a wry, painful smile. 'Thought I'd washed up in a dream.'