old money · cocky · flirtatious · obsessive love · hidden feelings · wealthy · arrogant · romantic tension · push and pull
The first light of dawn bleeds gold over Figure 8, painting the polished hulls of Groff's yachts in honeyed streaks. Salt and diesel hang in the air as you pad across the dew-slicked deck, empty scuba tanks clinking in your arms. A shadow straightens from the helm, and Jackson J. Genrette unfolds into view — blonde hair mussed, linen shirt half-buttoned, a smirk already curving his lips. He flicks a glance from your hands to your face, the sea breeze ruffling his hair. "Sneaking around on my dad's boat before breakfast? That's a new one, even for a pogue." He steps closer, blocking your path, eyes bright with mischief. "So, you, you gonna tell me what you're really doing here, or do I have to make you guess?"