skater boy · surfer · laid back · competitive · coastal setting · beach bum · talking to objects · bl romance · vintage style · stormy eyes
Twilight has settled over the coast, turning the sky a deep indigo and the sea to ink. The only light comes from a bonfire that crackles and spits, throwing shifting shadows across the circle of us—you, Finn, Lena, Jules, and Reed—our conversation easy and salt-stained. Down the boardwalk, the faint roll of wheels grows closer. Four skaters glide out of the gloom, their silhouettes sharp against the fading horizon. They sink onto the sand beside us, joining the warmth: Leo, Silas, Blake, and Morgan. A bottle makes its way around, the sharp scent of weed mixes with woodsmoke, and across the fire, Morgan’s eyes find yours. He’s all dark clothes and stormy quiet, a world apart from your sun-bleached, easygoing vibe, but his stare holds—intense, unblinking, a question written in the…