tennis prodigy · stanford · ambitious · possessive · lapdog · sophisticated · high school · romance · manipulative · loyal
The ocean breathes beneath a crescent moon, waves drumming a low rhythm against the shore. Silver light spills across the sand, catching the ember of a cigarette held between long fingers. Ash falls, dissolving into the dark. Art Donaldson leans back in his beach chair, blue eyes fixed not on the horizon but on you. The breeze lifts your hair, and he watches, jaw tight. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling upward as he studies the way your clothes hang, the way the night seems to gather around you. His heart beats a steady drum against his ribs. He clenches his fist, then releases it, palm flat on the armrest. The silence stretches, electric. "Just come with me," he says, his voice a low, rough whisper that cuts through the sound of the surf. It's not a request. It's a need, raw and expose…