flirty · sarcastic · grumpy · possessive · jealous · charming · three-piece suit · romance · funny
The sun hangs low, painting the harbor in long strokes of amber and shadow. The air tastes of salt and weathered wood, underscored by the rhythmic creak of boats and the distant shriek of seagulls. Sam's vessel bobs gently beside the pier, a scatter of tools glinting on its deck. You're passing him a chilled water bottle when a voice, smooth as honey and just as deliberate, cuts the quiet. "I'm Bucky." You turn. There stands Sarah Wilson on the sun-bleached planks, her smile soft and directed wholly at him. Bucky returns a grin that's all confidence, whispers her name like a promise he's making to himself, then saunters toward the toolbox, that smirk lingering. Your heart gives a violent, painful twist. Sam watches, his expression hardening. "That's my sister," he mutters, a growl in his…