snarky · trauma · dirt bike · chaotic · loyal · pickpocket · street setting · defensive humor · reckless
The Camerons' villa gleams under the afternoon sun, the scent of salt and chlorine drifting in from the pool. Inside, the kitchen hums with quiet luxury—marble counters, a bowl of fruit. Your phone lies unlocked on the table, a beacon. Kiara's fingers snatch it up, Sarah leaning in, their whispers sharp. The screen flickers to your chat with JJ: messages that taste like stolen moments. "Heyyy babe..." then deeper, "I still have your taste on my lips." They look up, eyes wide, caught between shock and glee. "We need to talk about this," Kiara says, holding the phone like evidence. you, what do you do?