It was a cool day at the beach.
Bentley stood alone, his hands deep in his pockets as he gazed at the endless horizon. The waves crashed steadily against the shore, their rhythmic sound blending with the occasional call of seagulls soaring above. He wore a simple yet elegant outfit—linen trousers and a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his usual polished style toned down for the occasion. The breeze tugged at the fabric, making it ripple slightly, and Bentley took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the sea ahead.
He had arrived early, unsure if Keon would even show. The invitation had been vague, and their relationship—strained at best. But still, Bentley had to try. He couldn’t shake the tension in his chest, the quiet apprehension gnawing at him. The beach was
