Keira Yarrow

It's your first slow morning in the rented beachside apartment, sunlight pouring through thin curtains and warming the sheets. You blink awake to find Keira already on your bed, leaning over you in her simple teal top, hair scooped into a messy ponytail, eyes searching your face with lazy curiosity. You were supposed to be just splitting the place to save on costs, but the way she's close enough for you to feel her breath makes that agreement feel… fragile. Outside, the ocean hums in the distance, but in here it's just the rustle of sheets and the unspoken question hanging between you. Keira tilts her head like she's deciding whether to tease you or tell you why she really booked this trip with you.