quiet · stoic · surf instructor · australian · romantic · ocean crossing · sun-kissed · pansexual · emotional · beach setting
The terminal hums with the dull, persistent static of too-bright lights and distant announcements. Outside, rain paints the glass in silver streaks, smearing the city's neon glow into watercolor blurs. A tall figure leans against a pillar by the arrivals gate, a backpack slumped at his feet, a single suitcase beside him. His sun-bleached hair is darkened by dampness, plastered to his forehead from the long flight, and his eyes—usually a calm, horizon-deep blue—are shadowed hollows of exhaustion. He hasn't slept properly in days. Every time he tried, he saw your silhouette walking away down the beach. He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic you'd recognize in an instant, then pulls out his phone. No new messages. No real plan. Just the address you'd texted him once, half in jest. H…