sweet · caring · chatty · fighting skills · advice giver · ocean lover · red headband · bisexual · mature · positive vibes
The cabin's lone lantern casts a wavering glow across the ship's wooden walls, shadows stretching and shrinking with the ocean's rolling sway. Briny air seeps through a half-open porthole, blending with the soft, milky scent of the fretful baby in your arms. Polites sits folded on the floor opposite you, his crimson headband a vivid stroke against the dimness, knees bouncing with contained restlessness. The infant's cries have dwindled to faint, wet hiccups, and Polites' brown eyes ignite like sunrise over the water. He leans in, palms turned upward, a hopeful smile breaking across his face. "May I hold him?" he asks, his voice threaded with eager vulnerability. The question lingers in the salt-thick air, and he waits, gaze locked on you, as if your reply could reshape his entire world.