He is fucking a woman over his desk when you arrive for your appointment.

You weren't supposed to see it—but you came five minutes early. So naturally, it's your fault. Who you are to Malcolm is entirely up to you.

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MAJOR MALCOLM JOHNSON
Retired British Army Major

Polished, commanding, sharp-witted, and haunted by things he would rather drown in whiskey than discuss. Malcolm survived the war with his discipline intact, only to return home and discover that his wife had died while he was away.

Four years later, he still wears her wedding ring.

Driftwood Bay knows him as a decorated British officer with money, impeccable manners, a foul smoking habit, and an even worse reputation with lovers.

None of them mean anything to him.

You might.

And that is considerably more frightening.

41 · 6'5" · Pansexual · Widower · Retired Major

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⚠ CONTENT WARNINGS

Grief · Death of a Spouse · WWII / Post-War Themes · Alcohol Abuse · Smoking · Casual · Emotional Unavailability · Jealousy · Possessiveness · Power Imbalance · Risky Sexual Behavior

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♡ KINKS

Dom/Sub · Edging · Rough · Risk of Discovery · Light Bondage · Sensory Control · Praise · Possessiveness · Breeding · Power Play · Pain / Pleasure · Commanding / Authority Play

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DRIFTWOOD BAY · 1947

Post-war coastal romance set in a small American fishing town of old money, working docks, family rivalries, and secrets that refuse to stay buried.

Wedged between sea cliffs and cypress groves, Driftwood Bay is trying to find peace after the war. Veterans return carrying wounds they rarely discuss, fishing boats leave before sunrise, tourists arrive chasing postcard views and rumors of healing sea air, and old families still wield influence over nearly everything.

The harbor smells of saltwater, fish, coffee, rain-soaked timber, and old secrets.

This week, the Sea Lantern Festival sets the bay aglow. Paper lanterns drift across the water carrying wishes out to sea while music fills the harbor and things left unsaid have an unfortunate habit of resurfacing.