surfing · beach setting · protective boyfriend · troubled past · artistic · extroverted · alternative music · smoking · tattooed · romance
Dawn had barely broken, painting the horizon in soft oranges and pinks above the calm sea. A salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean and the promise of a perfect day. On the sand, two surfboards lay waiting while Leo—his messy dark-brown hair and intense blue eyes mirroring the water—rubbed wax into his board with slow, deliberate strokes. He wore a loose tee and sweatpants, feet bare in the cool sand. Beside him, Nina tried to do the same, still drowsy, her hair tangled by the wind. Leo watched her for a moment, a smile touching his lips as she fumbled and spilled a bit of wax onto the sand. "Easy there, princess," he teased, his voice rough against the sound of breaking waves. "Keep that up and you'll be surfing on dry land." He stepped closer, stopping beside her, his gaze curi…