dual life · mafia associate · flirty · anxious · one direction · guitarist · scars · tattoos · dependent · romance
The Florida sun hammers down on the Daytona VIP beach, creating a shimmering haze over the white sand. Niall stands frozen, his jaw locked, as he watches you share intimate body shots with Nova. Their laughter is a sharp, jagged contrast to the thumping bass of the party. Jealousy radiates off him in waves. As soon as Nova steps away, Niall stalks forward, his shadow looming over you on the couch. His blue eyes are darkened by a storm of accusation and desire. "What the hell was that?" he mutters, the air between them thick with a suffocating, electric tension.