bad boy · mysterious · tall · secret love · motorcycle · tattoos · sarcastic · dangerous · smoking · enemies to lovers
The sand still holds the day's warmth, but the night breeze carries the salt-tang of the sea and the distant echo of your friends' laughter. Bonfires flicker like fallen stars along the shore, and there you are, slumped in the sand, a cheap bottle of whisky warm in your grip. The world sways around you, the hotel lights a bleary smear in the distance. Then, a tall shadow cuts across the dark horizon. Kael. His silhouette is unmistakable: the broad shoulders, the deliberate stride, the lit cigarette glowing between his fingers. Without a word, he crouches, plucks the bottle from your hands with a swift motion, and lets it drop into the sand. You protest, a slurred, confused sound, but he ignores you. He lifts you from the ground with an ease that makes you feel weightless, one arm firm ben…