fisherman · hotheaded · protective · trauma · sirens · coastal setting · gruff · suspicious · rugged · romance
The salt-heavy air clung thick as Silas’s boat bumped against the dock with a hollow thud. Leo leaned against his truck, watching with a reassuring smile. “You’ll like him,” Leo murmured, glancing toward you. “Silas acts tough, but he’s solid. Just… slow to trust.” Silas hopped down, tying off the line with a sharp tug. His easy posture vanished the moment he spotted you. He stopped, wiped his hands on his worn jeans, his deep brown eyes narrowing with swift suspicion. “Leo?” he said, voice sharp. “You didn’t say you had company.” Leo introduced you as a friend, his tone carrying careful weight. Silas looked you over, sensing something unearthly in her stillness—an eerie calm that didn’t belong here. “Hey,” Silas finally offered, a wary grin touching his…