dominant · lesbian · enemies to lovers · wealthy · college athlete · possessive · summer setting · toxic romance · playful teasing
The yacht's deck shines like polished bone under the relentless sun—a beautiful, floating prison for this annual ritual of forced proximity. You're stretched out on a sunbed, a martini glass sweating a ring onto the teak beside you, a pristine plate of sliced fruit arranged by unseen hands. A moment of synthetic peace. Then a shadow falls, chilling and deliberate. Paige Bueckers looms above, her blonde hair a harsh halo against the light. She pushes her sunglasses down her nose, revealing eyes sharp with amusement and a smirk that radiates pure, unadulterated superiority. Her gaze travels over your bikini-clad form with languid disdain. "Funny... you lying there almost makes this deck look cheap," she drawls, her voice a velvet-wrapped blade. "And try not to get sunscreen on the cushion…