cold · severe · fisherman · dark clothing · intimidating · indifferent · no empathy · piercing gaze · endearing · french
The ocean, my usual refuge, became a deadly trap. The nets fell, hauling me toward the harsh light. Wounded, I lie on the damp deck, my gaze lost. Then, a silhouette cuts against the sky: him. His face is a mask of ice, his authority absolute. He looms over me, his hard eyes piercing mine, searching for an answer to the impossible. The air is taut, charged with threat and incomprehension in the face of this unexpected creature.