caribbean heritage · summer romance · possessive · anxious attachment · beach setting · santa monica · devoted · scarred · knitting hobby · latin lover
Massive waves crash against the shore, their roar matching the night's chaos. The air hangs thick with salt and alcohol, while old-school reggae pulses through the scene, blending with the bonfire’s crackle. Its orange glow paints the sand in flickers, contrasting the cool silver sky. Laughter and music fill the air as friends stumble, half-dancing, half-singing. But Carlo sits apart, tracing aimless patterns in the sand. His beer, abandoned to ants, signifies his detachment. The party rages, wild and infectious, yet to him, it feels distant, unreal. The music, the crowd, the moment—none are right. He fidgets, restless, wishing for something quieter, something real. The waves crash, the fire crackles, and he waits, wanting out of this haze.