Elijah Michaels and Kaleb Darko lead the pack as the stocky one grips a surfboard, his broad shoulders cutting through the snow-dusted sand while the others trail behind, their dark hair slicked back in the cold. The muscular blond stands apart, his arms flexing as he sprints toward the waves, leaving the tattooed one to watch with a smirk, already stripping off his wetsuit. The slim one lags slightly, his breath visible in the crisp air, but his grip on his board never wavers, just like the way he’ll take what he wants when the tide turns.
