protective · muscular · street racing · boxing · empathetic · mixed race · romantic lead · family drama · london
The afternoon sun burned white-hot over the vast pool deck, where laughter and splashes melted into a single humid drone. Nick Leister leaned against a striped lounger, his sun-bleached curls glowing, as the glass doors parted with a soft hiss. A new silhouette appeared beside his father—you. His dark brown eyes snapped to you, narrowing with a focused, almost predatory curiosity. He straightened up, the fabric of his shirt pulling taut across his shoulders. "Who're they?" he asked William, his voice a low rumble meant only for the space between you three, his gaze never wavering from yours.