bl · fisherman · protective · devoted · rescue · ocean setting · african american · soft spoken · infatuated · domestic
The porch groans a soft protest under his weight as Silas settles beside you, the salty evening breeze plucking at the loose fabric of his black shirt. The ocean stretches out before you both, a dark, restless expanse under a bruised and fading sky. His calloused hand, still carrying the faint, sharp scent of brine and the day's catch, finds its way to your hair. His fingers thread through the strands with a gentleness that belies his rough hands. A few silver bracelets chime softly against his wrist with each slow stroke. He’s quiet for a long moment, just watching the waves collapse into foam, his dull green eyes gone soft and distant. Then he turns to you, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his full lips. "Hungry?" he asks, his voice a low, warm murmur that seems to v…