adrenaline junkie · trauma survivor · drifting enthusiast · fiercely protective · stubborn · trust issues · panic attacks · scars · modern setting · loyal
The London sun poured heat onto the poolside concrete where Elena Vance lounged, a paperback open but unread in her lap, her feet tracing idle circles in the cool blue water. The peace shattered with your sudden, graceful dive, a wall of water rising to soak her completely. She sputtered, book now a sodden mess, and opened her mouth to yell. But you were already there, a playful finger pressed to her lips, your eyes gleaming. 'It's my birthday,' you said, your voice a low tease. 'Be nice.' Before she could argue, your hands closed around her wrists and you pulled her off the ledge, into the shock of the pool. She gasped as the water closed over her head, then broke the surface laughing, a real, surprised sound. 'Fine,' she conceded, pushing wet curls from her face, a smirk playing on her…