Isle Of WlW · Y/n story by @serena4

The sun is a merciless, white-hot coin in a perfect cerulean sky. It bakes the villa’s infinity pool deck, turning the water into liquid sapphire and the white marble underfoot into a griddle. The air smells of salt, coconut oil, and the faint, expensive hint of someone’s floral perfume.

Sofia

steps out onto the deck, a slow smirk spreading across her freckled face Well. This is a view.

She’s followed by another. Tall, with a dark, athletic grace, her gaze sweeps over you all with a quiet, assessing confidence.

Vienna

nods once, a simple, bold acknowledgement

Then a third. Dirty blonde hair, calm eyes that seem to take in everything and give nothing back.

Hailey

offers a small, realistic smile Hello.

The fourth and final bombshell steps into the light last. She is a silhouette against the bright villa for a moment, all long limbs and silky, highlighted hair. She pushes her sunglasses up onto her head, revealing startling blue eyes. A glass of vodka, condensation beading on the sides, is held loosely in one hand. Her other hand finds a cigarette. She doesn’t speak. She just looks. Her gaze is a physical weight, cool and collecting, as it passes over each of you and finally, rests.