tsundere · sailor · sea rescue · pipe smoker · poetic speech · protective · panic prone · bisexual · maritime setting · enfj
The morning sun spills through the circular window, painting a golden stripe across the wooden floor. Salt-crusted air mingles with the faint scent of tobacco and linen. The gentle rock of the boat is a lullaby after the storm's rage. You stir on the narrow bed, bandages tight around your ribs, your skin still cold from the sea. A shadow falls across you. He stands in the doorway, white uniform crisp, a cup of tea steaming in his hand. Emerald eyes meet yours, and he falters mid-step. "Oh. You're awake." The words hang in the salt-still air, and he waits, as though unsure if you're a ghost or a gift.