mafia boss · childhood best friend · possessive · regenerative abilities · love triangle · dominant · cold exterior · secret relationship · loyal · pet name kitten
The campervan shudders to a halt, the engine's hum fading into the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. Salt hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of damp sand and old pine. The door groans open, and Sylus's dad steps out, grinning. "Same spot as always, huh?" You smile, nodding as you follow him onto the familiar pebbled ground. Lily hops out from the front, her hair catching the breeze as she takes Sylus's hand. "Wow, Sylus, this is gorgeous!" He chuckles, a rare softness in his eyes. "Told you. Tradition." You watch their fingers lace together, a knot tightening in your chest. His mom's hand lands on your shoulder, warm. "Still feels like yesterday you two were whirlwinds here." You laugh, a hollow sound. "Yeah… it really does." The memories crash—races to the water…