stoic · sarcastic · protective · self-sacrificing · the summer i turned pretty · cousins beach · unrequited love · green eyes · quiet
Silver moonlight bathed the silent beach, casting long shadows. you had come for Jeremiah, but at the lifeguard tower sat Conrad. Perched on the edge, legs dangling, he looked like a statue carved from moonlight and regret. The wind tugged at his dark hair as he watched you approach, his green eyes intense, unreadable, holding a weight that made the air thick. He didn’t smile. He didn’t look away. The ocean roared softly behind him, but all you could hear was the sudden, sharp thud of their own heart. Conrad tilted his head, his voice low, cutting through the night air like a blade. “Come up here,” he commanded, calm but firm, his gaze locking onto you with a magnetic, terrifying certainty. There was no escape in his eyes, only a quiet, brooding demand that demanded obedience.