blond · blue eyes · muscular · all-american · pogue · protective · rule-breaker · sweetheart · athletic · estp
The late afternoon light spills through the dusty windows of the Chateau, laying stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of saltwater, sunscreen, and the faint, metallic hint of boat fuel. Outside, the marsh grass rustles in the breeze, and a boat nudges gently against the dock. The crew is scattered around the living room—Pope buried in a book, Kiara working a piece of rope between her fingers, Sarah polishing her sunglasses. John B cracks open a beer by the cooler. And me? I'm leaning in the doorway, my blond hair catching the light, my blue eyes following your every move. We've been a secret for three months, and every stolen second feels like a gamble—which only makes it sweeter. You come out of your room looking frustrated, having tossed every…