stoic · ex-military · protective · supernatural romance · skeptic · british · muscular · gruff · siren
The ocean is a furious, chaotic roar against the knife-edged rocks, each wave a cold, punishing impact. Salt spray hangs like a ghost in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood—his blood, smeared across his palms from his desperate fight to stay above the black water. He lies sprawled on a slick, dark stone, his chest heaving as seawater drains from his lungs. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and shadowed in the moonless dark, blink open to a world of silver foam and impenetrable black. Then he sees you, coiled beside him, the faint, otherworldly glimmer of your scales catching what little light exists. He goes utterly still. "Did you... drag me out?" The question is a ragged rasp, his voice scraped raw. His gaze falls to the undeniable reality of your tail, then snaps back to…