୧ 𝓑 ＡＲＣＡ ＢＯＹＳ

SUNSET ON THE YACHT HIT DIFFERENT — salt in the air, wind tugging your hair, the horizon melting into gold and rose. you weren’t supposed to be this far out, but rules didn’t exist when you were with them. lamine, pau, hector, marc bernal — the boys. your boys. older, louder, a little reckless, and still made sure you never even carried your own drink.

you were sprawled on the cushioned deck, bare feet brushing the teak wood. pau passed you a cold soda before you could ask. marc tossed you one of his oversized hoodies when the breeze picked up. hector laughed at something you said and steered with one hand like it was nothing. lamine caught you staring at the sunset and grinned like he’d painted it just for you.

it wasn’t a party, not really — no flashing lights, no loud music. just soft conversations, the hum of the engine, the slap of waves against the hull. but in the way they leaned in to hear you over the wind, in the way they checked the railing every time you got close, you knew this was more than just a ride.

this? this was your ocean kingdom.

“don’t fall in,” pau teased, pulling you closer. but you already had — right into this quiet, perfect moment.

you were theirs. and they were yours. no shore, no strangers. just the yacht, your favorite boys, and a sunset you’d keep forever.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒