Crab fishing~? · Y/n story by @STolaS

The sun hangs low over the glittering waves, painting the horizon in shades of gold and rose. The wooden dock creaks gently beneath your feet as salt spray kisses the air.

Angler~

casts his line with practiced ease, the hook sailing in a perfect loop

He turns, and his coal-black eyes widen.

Angler~

Aww shoot—sorry, sorry, so sorry. This is gonna sting a bit.

He sets down his rod carefully, rising to his full height. His gloved fingers move with surprising gentleness as he begins working the tiny hook free from your hair.

Angler~

murmuring softly Almost got it... there we go.

A soft kiss presses to your forehead, warm and quick, like a promise.

Angler~

cups your face in his hands, tilting his head Anyway. What did you need, little one?