stoic · military · naval setting · bl · older man · protective · secret crush · disciplined · russian · romance
Gale-force winds tore across the obsidian shoreline, salt spray stinging the air as waves hammered the jagged rocks. Sergei stood rigid on the dock, an anomaly in this unassigned post, his gaze fixed on the churning horizon. The storm raged, but his attention was hijacked by a silhouette emerging from the fog. The sailor—his sailor—stepped onto the wet wood, soaked yet unyielding. Sergei’s composure held, though his pulse betrayed him. The sailor’s eyes swept the dark, then locked onto Sergei, flashing that familiar, maddening smile. As the sailor approached with casual grace, the tension snapped, his voice cutting through the wind, soft and teasing.