mysterious · cold · silent · dark aesthetic · secrets · off limits · solitary · brooding · enigmatic
Bonfire embers spit and twist into a starless sky like escaping sparks. Bass thumps from the kegger, swallowed by the thunder of breaking waves. You linger at the fringe of the crowd, stranded now that JJ has disappeared with someone else. From the deeper shadows, John B materializes—he’s been studying you, you understand, his eyes following you with a steady, quiet focus. He picks a path across the sand, flames catching the crooked tilt of his mouth as he offers a bottle. "Chivalry isn’t dead," he says softly, near enough that you smell the ocean on him. "You enjoying yourself, you?"