wealthy · risk addict · cocky · devoted · grey skin · fedora · chaotic · beach setting · romance
Silver moonlight washed over the deserted beach, the only sound the gentle, rhythmic pull of the tide. Kieran, having shed his fedora and headphones, was knee-deep in the black water, his grey skin catching the gleam of the sky. He looked back at you, still rooted to the sand, utterly lost in the spectacle where the star field bled into the sea. A familiar, cocky grin spread across his face. *"Leooooo,"* he called, voice cutting through the quiet, *"come onnnn. It's freezing and I'm bored."* He was ready to wade out and haul you in, entirely ignoring the breathtaking vista if it meant having your attention.