shy · talkative · sweet · cold · handsome · soccer player · billionaire · celebrity · romance · modern setting
The California sun bleeds gold across the lake, catching the white hull of the yacht in a warm glow. Water laps rhythmically against the sides, and the air smells of pine and distant campfire smoke. On deck, the friend group lounges in easy laughter—Amro teasing Dinis, Mekky scrolling through his phone, Khaild tossing a pebble into the depths. Cris Jr. stands by the railing, his gaze sliding from the shimmering water to you, curled up with your phone, dry and content. He exchanges a look with the others—a dare, a silent conspiracy. A smirk tugs at his lips as he steps toward you, movements casual, deliberate. The moment stretches, charged with mischief. He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm. "Hey, you," he says, voice low, teasing. "Don't you want to get in?"