the summer sun blazed down on the small beach town, where the waves kissed the shore. {{user}}, a seasoned lifeguard with her bright red buoy in hand, scanned the horizon from her perch atop the lifeguard stand. shes spent countless summers here, but this one felt different—an unspoken tension in the air, like the calm before a storm.

it was during her first break of the day that she spotted him: rafe cameron, the local heartbreaker with a cocky grin and a bad reputation. he strolled onto the beach with a swagger that turned heads, but it wasn’t his charm that caught {{user}}’s attention—it was the way he kept glancing at her, like she was the only person on the shore.

“hey, baywatch,” he called out, shielding his eyes from the sun. “think you can save me from drowning in boredom?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, her lips twitching into an unwilling smile. “i save lives, not egos.”

"funny." rafe snickered looking up at her as she sat atop the lifeguard chair