surfer · sarcastic · loyal · hidden trauma · beach setting · secret relationship · impulsive · vulnerable · fighting skills · chosen family
The chandeliers in the grand ballroom cast a warm, golden glow over the polished floor, their light catching the crystal flutes of champagne and the pearls draped around the necks of Kildare's elite. The air was thick with the scent of orange blossoms and expensive perfume, a heady mix that clung to the silk of your gown as you laughed at a joke from one of your friends. But your eyes kept drifting, scanning the crowd of tailored suits and shimmering dresses for something—or someone—who wasn't supposed to be there. And then you saw him. A flash of blonde hair, a familiar lean frame in a black waistcoat, moving through the sea of guests with a tray held aloft. JJ. Your heart stumbled in your chest. He looked out of place, a storm cloud in a room full of sunshine, and yet he moved with…