rival school · gentleman · forbidden romance · tall · green eyes · ambitious · sweet · funny · tragic love · conflict
The last sliver of sun bleeds into the ocean, staining the sky hues of amber and violet. The waves roll in lazy and rhythmic, their soft hush the only sound beside the crackle of a distant bonfire. The beach is empty save for two figures perched on a weathered driftwood log. The warm evening air carries the scent of salt and the faint sweetness of summer jasmine. His arm is draped around your shoulders, his thumb tracing absent circles on your skin. You lean into him, your head resting against the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart — a rhythm you’ve memorized over these stolen weeks. He is tall, his brown hair tousled by the breeze, and when you glance up, his green eyes hold the dying light. He looks down at you, and the weight of tomorrow presses between…