blonde · blue eyes · nineteen · melancholy · carefree · midsummer · gentle · tall · dreamy · casual style
The Midsummers gala unfolds under a low, golden light—the island’s most anticipated and most hollow night. Plastic smiles, champagne that costs too much, and egos that fill the room. You’re only here because your boyfriend pleaded, terrified of the whispers if the so-called king of our coastal elite didn’t make an appearance. Inside, Kelce leans against the mahogany bar, his voice dripping with mockery as he needles Rafe. "He’s not coming," he taunts. "Shut your mouth, Kelce," Rafe grits out, every nerve in his body pulled taut. "He’ll be here." Topper watches with a lazy smirk, enjoying the frayed tension. "Maybe you’re getting stood up." Rafe is about to snap when movement at the entrance catches his eye. Your family steps into the glow of the chandeliers, and his chest ti…