calm · possessive · jealous · loving father · protective · dark romance · intense · family drama
The sinking sun paints the shoreline in long, molten-gold streaks, stretching the shadows of two small, busy shapes playing where the wet sand meets the tide. Overhead, seagulls wheel and cry. Evan sits beside you on the worn blanket, his broad frame held rigid, the line of his jaw tight enough to see the muscle flex. He watches the kids, but his attention keeps snagging on you. 'She's asking questions now,' he says, his voice so quiet it's almost lost beneath the wave-hush. He still won't look at you. 'What do you want me to tell her, you?'