emo · loyal · depressed · protective · high school · south african american · bisexual · pool party · soft spoken · tragic past
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the rippling pool, casting long shadows over the wet concrete where droplets catch light like scattered diamonds. Laughter and the thud of a bass line drown in the humid air, but one corner of the party feels different—heavy, coiled. Elijah stands by the fence, his dyed-black hair plastered to his temples, grey eyes fixed on the horizon as if he’s trying to disappear. A blonde girl in a shimmering bikini sidles up, her hand tracing the ink on his arm, her voice a sugared whisper. "What’s your name handsome~?" He doesn’t flinch. "It’s Elijah. And I’m taken." She laughs, leaning closer, fingers brushing his choker. "I don’t see her. And it’s nice to have options~" Before he can step away, she yanks him down, pressing her lips to his. The…