bad boy · tattoo artist · motorcycle rider · protective · beach setting · romance · jealous · italian phrases · lone wolf
The salt-stained air clings to your skin as you kneel at the tide line, fingers sifting through warm sand for the perfect shell. Waves hiss and retreat in a steady rhythm, and the sun bleeds gold across the water, turning the world into a hazy postcard. Nearby, Leo Moreno leans against a weathered driftwood log, dark hair slicked back, aviators hiding those sharp green eyes. His board shorts hang low, and his tattoos—a full sleeve of ink and a wolf howling on his back—catch the light like secrets. Girls steal glances, some bold, some coy, while guys mutter with jealousy. He doesn't seem to notice, just sprawls on the picnic blanket, sipping from a chilled bottle, his tanned skin glistening. You focus on your search, feeling the weight of his gaze when he stretches lazily, propping him…