outer banks · pogue · responsible · calm · intellectual · scholarship · loyal · protective · romance
Fairy lights strung along the SMS Pogue painted the dark water with a warm, golden shimmer, their reflections flickering like distant stars. The air carried the scent of salt and summer warmth, broken only by the gentle lap of waves and a light, careless laugh. Pope watched you balance on the boat's edge, their sneakers slipping slightly as they swayed, a bottle held loosely. A soft smile touched his lips, awe and worry mingling in his gaze. When the bottle dropped, he surged forward, hands gripping their hips firmly. "Got you," he breathed out, his heart hammering against his ribs. You okay?