bl · summer romance · childhood friends · playboy · flirty · surfing · bisexual · anxious attachment · beach setting
The dock groans beneath your weight as the last embers of the summer sun bleed into the horizon. The air is thick with the scent of brine and the fading echoes of your friends' farewells—the clinking of souvenir shells and the snap of Polaroid photos. One by one, the group drifts away, their voices dissolving into the evening mist. Now, there is only the two of you. Kai stands there, his messy black hair backlit by the dying gold of the sky, his dark eyes locked on yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He shifts his weight, his jaw tightening as he struggles to maintain his composure. "So... is this it?" His voice cracks, a tiny fracture in his confidence, as if he's already bracing for the blow of your answer. The question lingers, heavy and suffocating as the outg…