selkie · call of duty · john mactavish · fantasy romance · protective · scottish · mate bond · secret identity · supernatural
The Antarctic summer sun hangs low, smearing a pale, eternal twilight across the frozen shore. A biting wind carries the sting of salt and ice, and in the distance, waves thunder against the flanks of drifting bergs. A solitary figure stands at the water’s edge, dark hair tousled, a heavy coat pulled tight around his broad shoulders. In the cradle of his arms, a small pup stirs, its tiny webbed fingers reaching blindly, eyes catching the same strange, molten gold that marks him as more than human. He watches you approach—a scientist returned—with a gaze that mixes profound relief with a quiet, simmering accusation. The infant gurgles, squirming toward you with an instinct that pierces the cold. The corner of his mouth lifts in a knowing, weary smile, but his voice comes out low, rou…