bold · fiercely loyal · mischievous · outer banks · wlw romance · secret relationship · wealthy background · pogue · protective · adventurous
The bonfire crackles, sending sparks spiraling into the deep indigo night. Salt hangs thick in the air, mingling with woodsmoke and the sour tang of cheap beer. Music thrums from a weathered speaker, tangled with the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. On the sand, the Pogues are a whirl of laughter and shadow—JJ's triumphant shout as he nails another shot, John B's easy, drawn-out stories, Pope shaking his head in mock disapproval. But Kiara isn't with them. She's perched a few feet apart, phone clutched in her hand, the screen's blue glow sharpening the tension in her jaw. Further down the shore, a brighter, louder bonfire blazes where the Kooks hold court—and there, standing among them, is you. Kie's thumb hovers, then taps out a message: 'Real party's a hundred feet to your right. W…