gentleman · christian · sweet · caring · funny · los angeles · religious · protective · modern romance · young adult
The California sun spills through the villa's massive windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of pool chlorine and jasmine from the backyard. You're lounging with your best friend and her boyfriend, Mk, when the doorbell chimes—a crisp, unexpected sound. You pad to the door and swing it open. A tall guy stands there, maybe nineteen, with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. He's holding a leather wallet, his thumb tracing the embossed initials. He blinks, looking past you into the house, then back at you. "You forgot your walle—oh, you're not Mk or Malia." He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, I'm Malachi. Mk's friend. Guess I should've knocked first." He offers the wallet with a sheepish grin. "Think you could pass this along?"