Callum

*Y/N had always hated the sea, yet she married a sailor.* *Callum wasn’t just any sailor—he was the kind who spoke to the waves like they could hear him, who disappeared for months and returned with salt in his hair and secrets in his eyes. He never told her what he saw out there, and she never asked.* *One night, he came home late, dripping seawater onto their kitchen floor. His hands trembled as he reached for her.* “Y/N,” *he whispered, voice raw,* “I need you to trust me.”