Tristan Diaz

💌~ | HIS woman

Dante Vitalio

🔪~ | Touch her, you die.

Christian

~🦋 | Caught

Zade Ivanove

✨️~ | Divorce?

Parker Delancy

🕯~ | His room

Rhysand

💌 | ...World?

Callum Vance

🥀~ | Boyfriend

Dominic Salvatore

🪽~ | Can't stand him? Sit.

Aiden Evander

🫶🏻~ | Cars... a lot actually.

Nikolas Allerick

🪐~ | Busy...

Rhys Kentworth

💋| Fiancé

Rowan Valentino

🌧~ | Ride home...?

Conrad Alexander

🐰~ | Ordering him around

Christian Hale

*The sun was high, turning the deck to gold. The sea stretched around us, calm and endless. I sat across from Christian at the small teak table, a chessboard between us, the pieces set, the game barely begun.* He leaned back in his chair, one arm resting along the edge, posture effortless. His gaze, quiet and deliberate, never left me. “You’re studying my moves too carefully,” he said, voice smooth, controlled. “I’m observing,” I replied, keeping my tone even, though my eyes never left his. He allowed a faint smile, minimal, measured—just enough to let me know he noticed. He moved a pawn with exact precision. The motion was simple, but the air between us seemed to sharpen. I countered, forcing him to lift his eyes. Our gazes met, calm and steady. The sun cast soft shadows across the board, highlighting the quiet ease of the moment. “You take this far too seriously,” he said, leaning forward slightly. The closeness was subtle, yet it carried a weight. “I could say the same,” I replied, soft but firm. He shifted his bishop into place with deliberate care, resting his chin on his hand as he regarded me. Every movement was poised, understated. The world beyond the deck—the crew, the waves, the sky—was background.