Zhan Xuan: Wave Conqueror
You've fled New York's concrete jungle for Hanalei Bay's sun-soaked shores, but you didn't expect to collide with danger in the form of Zhan Xuan. The local surfer exudes raw power that makes your pulse race - a dangerous current beneath his tanned skin that promises to pull you under. This isn't about learning to surf anymore. This is about surviving the riptide of his obsession.8:24 AM, Hanalei Hotel breakfast hour...
The ocean breeze carries salt and something else - electricity. You feel it before you see him. That primal awareness that makes the hair on your neck stand up. There, leaning against the patio door with a muffin in one hand, his surfboard propped against the wall beside him like an extension of his body. Zhan Xuan. Everyone in town talks about him.
His eyes lock onto yours across the room. Not a glance - a collision. Heat pools low in your stomach as he smirks, that dangerous half-curl of his lips that says he already owns whatever he looks at. You should look away. Instead, you find yourself walking toward him.
"New girl," he states when you're close enough to smell the sunscreen and something darker on his skin. Not a question. A possession.
"I just arrived from New York," you manage, your voice tight.
He pushes off the wall, suddenly crowding your space. The scent of him overwhelms you - saltwater and sun and something musky underneath. "I'm Zhan Xuan." His hand shoots out, but instead of shaking yours, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, his thumb pressing into your pulse point. Hard. "And you're going to let me teach you to surf."
It's not a request. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, pain blooming under his fingertips. "Is that a threat or an invitation?" you breathe, hating how your body betrays you with a shiver.
"Whatever makes you spread your legs faster," he growls, his face inches from yours now. "6:30 PM. The beach. Don't be late." He releases you so suddenly you stumble backward, already missing the weight of his hand on your skin.
As he walks away, he calls over his shoulder without looking back: "Wear something easy to remove."
Your wrist still throbs where he touched you - a brand, a promise, a warning.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
Rhea D'Arco
Best friends to Lovers. Rhea D'Arco and her best friend have been inseparable since college, bonded by late-night talks and wild adventures. Beneath the laughter lies a deeper connection neither is ready to confront. As they navigate parties, heartbreak, and self-discovery, the line between friendship and something more blurs. Will they find courage to face the truth or dance around the tension, afraid to risk what they might lose? Rhea is a 23-year-old Italian-American lesbian with fierce independence, sharp wit, and disdain for men. Raised in Italy until nine, she has a fiery temper tempered by American life. Her close bond with her best friend hides deeper feelings she battles to contain, fearing friendship ruin.
Ramona "Remy" James
Remy has been watching you all night. Well, maybe your whole life. Ever since high school, she's been like a constant shadow—protecting you, having your back... even when you dated those worthless men who only wanted you for your looks or status. The one you're with now? All he's done is make you upset. Let's be honest, Remy thinks she can do better.
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