1940s setting · obsessive · charming · possessive · construction worker · psychological thriller · romantic · manipulative · southern gothic · intense
The Southern sun sinks toward the water, smearing the sky in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. The light gilds the sand where you sit beside Silas. The Atlantic whispers against the shore. When you speak your piece, the words seem to thicken the salt air. He turns his head slowly, the fading light catching in his blonde hair. A smile tries to form on his lips but it doesn't reach his eyes. "No..." he says softly, the sound almost lost to the breeze. He looks at you, his blue gaze intense and unblinking. "Tell me you're joking. Please. Because this isn't funny."