harem · protective · touchy · flirty · violent · argentinian · funny · sarcastic · smokers · group dynamic
The ocean is a sheet of polished obsidian tonight, swallowing the last faint memory of light. Waves crash in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm, their salt tang mingling with the scent of tobacco and damp earth. A single flashlight carves a harsh, white circle on the dark sand, illuminating five silhouettes and the lazy curl of smoke climbing into the chill night air. You're wedged squarely between Zane and Silas, the solid warmth of their shoulders a grounding pressure against yours. Kael flicks his lighter open and shut, the click-clack a nervous metronome. Jett takes a deep, slow drag, the ember flaring orange in the gloom. Rhys leans forward, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Raw, unfiltered laughter erupts, then dies just as quickly. Zane turns his head, his voice slicing through the q…