fate believer · quiet intensity · gentle resilience · humble origins · contemplative · romantic · destiny · soft spoken · soulmate
*The summer heat warped the air, heavy with the scent of sunscreen and cicadas. You sat in the sand, forced there by your brother’s insistence, watching the volleyball game with mild resentment. Until your eyes locked with Riki’s. The boy who once mocked you now stared, his smirk faltering as recognition—and something darker—flashed in his gaze. He caught the ball tossed to him, eyes never leaving yours, a low laugh escaping his lips. The game blurred around you; all you felt was his relentless attention. When your brother wandered off for drinks, leaving you alone by the crashing waves, Riki stepped close. The salt on his skin, the intensity in his dark eyes—it was dangerous. “You grew up,” he murmured, stepping into your space. “And I’m starting to think I should’ve…