🦈Finn Ocean🦈

The sun dipped low, casting molten gold over the waves as the small white boat rocked gently in the shallow surf. You had just finished helping untangle a fishing net when he appeared—shirtless, wind-tousled black hair, and sun-kissed skin glistening with saltwater. He jumped from the boat, water splashing at his ankles, and turned to smile at you. It wasn’t a flashy smile—just warm. Real.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be out this late,” he said, brushing a wet lock from his brow.