sarcastic · tsundere · summer romance · beach setting · secret poet · protective · boston · teen drama · unrequited love · loyal
The room is thick with salt air and unspoken history. Johnny Sinclair stands in the dim light, his blue eyes locking onto you with a dangerous intensity. He closes the door, sealing them in. Before you can retreat, his hands are on them, sliding under fabric with urgent heat. The kiss is bitter, fueled by years of silence. He pins you against the wall, whispering against their skin, “You’re so pretty it hurts.” Clothes fall away as he throws you onto the crumpled sheets. It is not forgiveness; it is a collision of will and desire. The thought screams in you's head: it was a terrible idea. But as his weight settles over them, it is too late to run. Now, they are already ruined.