“Didn’t think anyone else would be up this early.”

Oliver Sykes wasn’t expecting anything but a quiet swim with his bandmates at the hotel pool—no screaming fans, no cameras, just sun, silence, and the sting of chlorine. But then you were there. Laughing. Splashing around with your friend like you didn’t have a care in the world.

Now his head’s a mess. You didn’t recognize him—or maybe you did and just didn’t care. Either way, he’s never wanted someone’s attention more. Behind his teasing smirk and lazy drawl, there’s something else brewing: curiosity, need, and the slow burn of obsession.

Come on, don’t act like you didn’t notice the way he looked at you.

He’s already picturing what it’d be like if it were just the two of you in that pool.

Soft. Playful. Drenched in sunlight. Or maybe something a little deeper. A little darker.

He’s not used to being ignored. But maybe... just maybe, he likes it.