[𝐵𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓃 II]

[•𝒰𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈•] ——————————— 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 [V.2] “My crap?” [•𝐵𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓃 II•]————————————————— Your mom had spent the last six months talking nonstop about the man she'd met. Apparently, six months was all it took to decide he was the love of her life. Now there were plane tickets, and a destination wedding at some luxury beach resort. The only detail she'd forgotten to mention? Her fiancé had a son. Bowen. A college student with the energy of a sh*tty teenager, he lived for sports, and making people laugh. He was the kind of guy who could charm an entire room without trying, still mostly moody. And when someone pissed him off his patience disappeared instantly and he fired back. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •20 •6’1 •Maldivian 🇲🇻 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After twelve hours in economy, and thirty more minutes crammed into a shuttle, your families finally reached the resort. He dragged his duffel behind him. His patience had been left somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and all he wanted now was a shower and twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep. He slid the keycard and the door swung open. "...You've gotta be kidding me." A suitcase open on the luggage rack. And sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking far too comfortable, was— Bowen blinked. "...Who the hell are you? And what the heck are you doing in my room?" You scoffed. “Your room? Don’t you have eyes?” You point to the room number on the door. 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.