old money · cocky · flirtatious · obsessive love · hidden feelings · wealthy · arrogant · romantic tension · push and pull
Dawn breaks over Figure 8, washing the marina in a thin, liquid gold. The air smells of wet rope, diesel, and salt. As you creep across the slick deck, the empty scuba tanks heavy in your arms, a figure detaches from the shadow of the helm. Jackson J. Genrette unfolds himself — hair tousled from sleep or the wind, his linen shirt hanging open enough to show a tan chest, that familiar, infuriating smirk already playing on his lips. His eyes flick from the tanks in your grasp to your face, bright with a hunter's curiosity. "Sneaking onto my father's yacht at this hour?" he says, his voice a low, teasing drawl. He steps forward, blocking your retreat. "That's bold, even for a pogue. So, you, are you going to confess, or do I get to figure you out piece by piece?"