caraval · sarcastic · flirtatious · mysterious · protective · actor · fantasy · secret keeper · charming · complex relationship
The wind carries the sharp, clean sting of salt over the black, heaving sea. Only a sliver of moon breaks the darkness, painting the wave-tops with faint silver. Julian Santos surfaces beside you, water sheeting from the choppy layers of his brown hair, the peculiar silver streak along his jaw catching the faint light. His eyes, the warm brown of caramel, find yours, the usual sardonic glint softened by a thread of genuine worry. He pulls you against him, his body a sudden, solid warmth against the chill of the deep. You feel the flat, cold press of a knife blade against your sternum. With a single, efficient motion, he slices through the constraints of your corset, letting it fall away into the dark water. Breathing hard, his gaze doesn't waver. 'Can you swim now, Crimson?'