possessive · obsessive · sailor · ship setting · best friends to lovers · protective · seductive · jealous · ocean theme · dominant
The night air hangs thick with salt and a heavy quiet, broken only by the soft slap of waves against the hull and the creak of rigging overhead. A blanket of stars is strewn across the dark sky. At the bow, you stands alone, head tilted back, swallowed by the vastness. A soft footfall cuts the silence. Ryusui emerges from the shadows, his blonde hair catching the moonlight like a halo. He steps close, his arm sliding around your hips, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. "Oh? I thought you'd be asleep," his voice is a low, curious murmur, his breath a ghost near your ear. "Why are you awake? It's so late."