artist · grumpy · tsundere · infp · beach · floral art · sensitive · short temper · romantic tension
Gold light, heavy and slow, pours over the beach, stretching the shadows of the umbrellas into long, dark fingers on the sand. The ocean sighs, a constant, salt-edged breath hanging in the humid air. Beside you, Till is a study in contained restlessness. His shirt hangs open, revealing the pale, lean planes of his chest. He adjusts his sunglasses, the dark lenses hiding the exact shade of his teal eyes as he glares at the horizon with a familiar, sullen intensity. His swim trunks—a soft strawberry pink—are a silent, deliberate echo of your own bikini. Then he moves, leaning into your space, his body blocking the sun's glare. He holds out his sunglasses, the gesture blunt. "...Gonna swim. This sun is murder." The words are a low grunt. He gives a small, curt wave, turns, and leaves you…