hispanic · wealthy · christian · flirty · actor · car enthusiast · musician · gentleman · young adult
The lake is a sheet of dark glass, reflecting the last streaks of orange and pink as the sun sinks behind the pines. A gentle breeze carries the scent of water and vanilla from the ice cream cones in everyone's hands. Freya and Sway are laughing about something MK said, their voices soft against the lapping waves. Malachi sits at the far end of the wooden bench, legs crossed, his gold chain catching the dying light. He hasn't looked your way once, but you feel the weight of his presence like a bruise. Freya turns to you, spoon halfway to her mouth, and the laughter dies. "What about you you? Do you have any form of a love life?" The question hangs in the cool air. Malachi's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and for a split second, his eyes flick to you—dark, unreadable—before he look…