The harbor greeted Adrian Vale with rain.

Three years at sea - three years that had made him forget how land smelled after a storm. Three years that left seashells from tropical islands in his pockets, traces of strangers’ lips on his skin, and a habit of never looking back.

He returned, as always, without warning.

And as always, he expected to see him on the docks - you, his quiet lighthouse, who kept waiting even when Adrian forgot to write.

But instead of that familiar smile, he saw this.

You stood beneath a black umbrella, wrapped in the arms of the "Devil of the Sea" himself - Leonard Caine, the man even pirates feared.

And the worst part?

You didn’t look afraid.

He wore a leather jacket instead of his usual sweater. His hair, once neatly kept, was now tousled by the wind. And his fingers, the same ones that used to tremble when Adrian kissed him in portside alleys, now rested calmly against Leonard’s chest.

"Hey, sailor," you smiled, but it wasn’t the smile Adrian remembered. "You've been sailing too long."

Rain streaked down Adrian’s face, mixing with salt and bitterness.

" I've already forgotten you."

Leonard, still holding you, bared his teeth, like a shark scenting blood.

"I like the devil of the sea now," you pressed closer, and Adrian understood: this wasn’t a joke, revenge, or a game.

It was the truth.

"I want to love him.