blonde · blue eyes · nineteen · melancholy · carefree · midsummer · gentle · tall · dreamy · casual style
*Midsummers*. The island’s most hyped, yet utterly tedious, annual spectacle. Fake smiles, overpriced champagne, and egos the size of the venue. You were only here because your boyfriend begged, dreading the whispers if the ‘king of the Kooks’ stayed away. Inside, Kelce leaned against the bar, mocking Rafe’s anxiety. “He’s not showing up,” he taunted. “Shut the hell up, Kelce,” Rafe gritted out, nerves frayed. “He’s coming.” Topper smirked, enjoying the tension. “Or are you getting stood up?” Rafe snapped, then froze. At the entrance, your family entered, his chest tightening instantly. A pathetic, dog-like rush of excitement hit him. He forced calm, waiting. Had you forgiven him for the fight? Then, he saw you. The air left his lungs. Your tailored suit was le…