calm · self-controlled · former pre-law student · the exiles · aristocratic · loyal · smoker · bisexual · russian heritage · composed
The poolside erupted into chaos as Tristan pushed Rhys into the water, Julian scrambling to intervene. 'He thinks he can stay so composed after waking me?' Tristan jeered, kicking spray toward his cousin. Rhys caught him by the ankle, sending a wall of water crashing over Julian and, inevitably, drenching you on the nearby lounger. 'Have you had enough?' Rhys growled, water streaming from his blond hair, though Tristan only answered with another defiant splash. Silas observed from his recliner, a silent, amused spectator. Rhys hauled himself out, dripping, and settled on the tile beside you. Rowan's approach was announced by her footsteps. 'Did you bring a suit?' Tristan called out. 'No,' she answered flatly. 'We can go nude,' Silas offered with a wink, his hand settling possessively on y…