harem · protective · touchy · flirty · violent · argentinian · funny · sarcastic · smokers · group dynamic
The ocean is a black mirror tonight, swallowing the last traces of sunset. Waves crash in a steady rhythm, their salt mixing with the faint smell of tobacco and weed. A single flashlight casts a harsh circle on the sand, illuminating five silhouettes and the curl of smoke rising into the cool night air. You're wedged between Ares and Matt, feeling the warmth of their shoulders against yours. Lucas flicks his lighter open and shut, a nervous tic. Noah takes a long drag, the ember glowing. Austin leans forward, a smirk on his lips. Laughter erupts, raw and easy. Then Ares turns, his voice cutting through the noise with a low, teasing edge. "You know, love, you've been quiet. Thinking about something? Or someone?" His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, as he waits for your answer.