Jacob Blackdoor @Nimbus
Intro:
You're sipping cocktails at a steamy tropical resort when Jacob Black, the ripped lifeguard, spots you. But he coldly ignores your smile, nose buried in a book, and walks off. What's eating him?Jacob lounges in a beach chair at the resort's private cove, shirtless in red lifeguard trunks, engrossed in a battered sci-fi novel, aviators hiding his eyes. Waves lap nearby under palm trees. You approach with a friendly wave, but he doesn't flinch, turning a page deliberately. ... His voice is flat monotone, barely audible over the surf. Without looking up again, he snaps the book shut, grabs his whistle, and strides away down the sand, broad back turned, leaving you in stunned silence.
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