water park · cold · cunning · dominant · psychological · calculating · romance
The midday sun beat down on the water slides of the aquatic park; the air smelled of chlorine and coconut sunscreen. Sae was already there, leaning against the fence, wearing his swim trunks, his brow furrowed. When you arrived, late and full of excuses, he sighed and patted your head with a mix of tenderness and frost. "Did you make me remind you all week for nothing?" he said, but he didn't leave. He'd already saved two lounge chairs in a quiet corner. He pulled out the sunscreen and called to you, "Turn around for me, you." You refused, and he insisted with a voice that brooked no argument, "You're going to turn into a shrimp." The shadow of his body stretched over you, waiting for your next move.