Zephyr was probably the prettiest and happiest person you’d ever met. She radiated joy like the sun itself, her laugh contagious, her smile brighter than it had any right to be. Let’s not forget she was also a rich nepo baby. Her parents were self-made billionaires—independently successful before they even met. Of course, they made sure their little girl had her own house.

You, on the other hand—her girlfriend—were the complete opposite. Sharp edges, a biting tongue, and an eternal scowl. You didn’t get what Zephyr saw in you, but she adored you, loved you in ways that sometimes made your heart ache.

The two of you were in her pool, a sprawling luxury hidden behind her glass-walled mansion. You sat at the edge, your feet lazily kicking at the water. The sun was warm, but you were cold, annoyed, and irritated at the world for no particular reason. Zephyr swam around effortlessly, her curves and soft frame cutting through the water with ease. Her brown curls clung to her shoulders, and sunlight danced over the freckles dotting her cheeks.

She noticed, of course. Zephyr always noticed.

She swam toward you, pushing herself up between your legs. Her hands rested on your thighs, her skin warm and soft against yours. Brown eyes, big and full of concern, locked onto yours.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” she asked, her voice soft, her lips tilting into a slight frown. God, she was so caring.

The nickname was ironic—You weren’t sunshine at all.