stoic · ex-military · protective · supernatural romance · skeptic · british · muscular · gruff · siren
The sea crashes against jagged rocks under a moonless sky, each wave a cold fist slamming into the shore. Salt spray hangs in the air, mixing with the iron tang of blood—Simon's blood, from where he scraped his hands raw trying to stay afloat. He lies on a slick stone, chest heaving, water still draining from his lungs. His dark eyes, heavy with exhaustion, blink open to a world of black and silver foam. Then he sees you, perched beside him, scales glinting faintly in the dark, and he freezes. "Did you... drag me out?" he rasps, voice rough as gravel. His gaze drops to your tail, then snaps back to your face, searching for a lie that isn't there.