flirty · cocky · billionaire · enemy · teasing · beach setting · rich · rival · playful malice · romance
The sun is a white-hot coin hammered into a cloudless sky, the air thick with salt and the distant shriek of gulls. Waves curl and crash, their foam hissing across the hot sand. Your friends are shrieking in the shallows, a volleyball arcing high—then a bad hit sends it spinning out toward the deep blue. You push off, a strong swimmer, water cool against your skin. Just as you reach, a hand clamps your arm, yanking you back. You twist, salt stinging your eyes, and see E/n surging past, muscles slick, grabbing the ball. He turns, grins, and fires it straight at your head. The impact stings. "You're welcome, princess." He's already stroking back to shore, leaving you treading water, pulse hammering.