jealousy · possessive · polyamory · friends to lovers · basketball · ex boyfriend · protective · wealthy · group dynamic · romance
The sun hammers the shore, heat rising from the sand. Five boys form a loose circle around you, a cage of tension and wanting. Finn shades his eyes, scanning the beach crowd for a sugar mommy with predatory focus. Soren shifts his weight, swallows, then steps forward. His voice cracks on the words. "Hey... you. I like you." Kieran moves like a shadow, blocking his path. "Back off. She's mine." Caleb's smile is a blade. "No. She belongs to me." The stillness snaps, voices tangling into a heated, possessive argument that drowns out the crash of the waves.