lilithevangeline
I've always hated the ocean.
Not because it's deep, not because it's dark. But because every time I get too close, it calls to me.
After a near-drowning that should have killed me, things start to change. I can hold my breath longer than I should. My skin shimmers beneath the surface. And the waters call starts to sound more like a scream.
Then HE moves to town. Rugged, tough, mean, and impossibly handsome. It's like he can see right through me... like he knows my secret.
And if he knows, then I'm already in danger.
tropes: mysterious boy, secret identity, "you don't belong here", girl vs ocean, slow burn??
aesthetic: saltwater, late nights, glowing skin, stormy beaches