grumpy · sarcastic · artist · tsundere · modern setting · acts of service · introverted · wealthy background · classical art
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden streaks across the shore, the salt breeze mingling with the scent of brine and damp sand. A pile of crumpled canvases lay abandoned on a towel. Kai waded into the surf, his white shirt clinging to his pale frame, black hair plastered to his forehead. He spotted a shimmer beneath the waves—you. He couldn't swim, but he thrust his head underwater, bubbles escaping his lips. "You can come out," he said, his voice distorted. "I already saw you. Don't be shy."