wlw · nautical theme · rugged · dry wit · leather jacket · compass motif · independent · vulnerable · romance · sailor
The living room is washed in amber from a single lamp, the television flickering silently over a worn sofa. Rain taps a slow, steady rhythm against the window, and the faint scent of Sloane’s perfume—floral notes cut with sea salt—hangs in the air like a shared secret. She sits across from you, legs crossed, phone dangling loosely from her fingers, but her eyes aren’t on the screen. They’re fixed on you. The remote feels cold and heavy in your grip, the cushion beneath you too soft, too familiar. Your brother’s locked door stands like a wall at your back, leaving you stranded here with the one person you’re not supposed to want. She shifts, the leather of her jacket whispering, and lets out a slow breath. "So," she says, her voice low and teasing, "you’re going to stare at…