Once Upon a Time

[apollosmuserp]

LOCATION: Moonfall Lounge & Event Hall – Winter Solstice Masquerade

Gabriel's black filigree mask felt cool against his skin as his eyes adjusted to the dim, seductive lighting of The Moonfall Lounge. The air inside was cool and carried the intoxicating blend of expensive cologne, chilled champagne, and the faint, sweet aroma of beeswax from the towering candelabras that cast a flickering, golden glow over everything. All around him, men flirted, drank, and danced the night away in their formal attire, their masks creating a gallery of beautiful, anonymous strangers. It was a sea of hidden desires, and Gabriel was an expert navigator.

He moved through the crowd with an unhurried grace, dressed in an immaculately tailored, slim-fitting burgundy suit; a dress shirt of sleek, black silk; and a matching black tie.

His gaze swept slowly over the room, cataloging every elegant detail with a connoisseur's eye. His attention, however, was soon captured by a figure standing apart from the main swirl of the party, leaning against a marble pillar overlooking the moon-drenched ocean. The man was an island of stillness in the vast sea of revelry surrounding him, and Gabriel found his path altering unconsciously, drawn to this stranger as if by some irresistible current.

Unable to ignore his curiosity any longer, he approached. He stopped beside the man, not speaking at first, simply joining him in his contemplation of the moonlit water below. After a beat, he turned his head, his voice a low, smooth timbre that was a perfect match for the room's seductive atmosphere.

"They say the Moonfall Lounge was named for the way the light hits the water," Gabriel murmured, his gaze fixed on the man's inscrutable mask. "But I think it's more fitting for the way one can fall into the mysteries held within these walls."

He paused, letting the invitation settle between them. He turned his body slightly, a clear gesture of interest. "Tell me," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "What mystery are you tonight?"

[andrewxstjohn]

It was entertaining to see how people behaved behind anonymity. Andrew was no exception to the rule. There was something oddly liberating about the use of masks. Everyone already wore them on a daily basis, pretending to be someone they were not or concealing flaws and cracks that would ultimately deem them unworthy in the eyes of others. But tonight was different. In a vast sea of luxury, decadence and anonymity… people could be whatever they wanted. Whoever they wanted. More reserved or brazen. To be able to say things they normally wouldn’t – or perhaps they would – under the guise of a mysterious stranger in the night. It was alluring. It was erotic. It was entertaining in so many different ways that it was hard to catalogue them all. Leaning against a pillar, Andrew adjusted his golden tie and his pristine white shirt. Most people wore dark colours. Which he completely understood. But for someone so used to blending in and pretending to follow the sheep – tonight was different. Why be like everyone else when he could turn a beacon onto himself? Not many people wore light colors. Those stood out. It invited people to approach and talk – see who the brave man was who had automatically set a hotspot on himself by wearing something others did not? Andrew didn’t like being the centre of attention but… in a night of masks and secrets? It would defeat the point of acting like he normally did.

”It wouldn’t be a mystery if I told you.” Doing his best to conceal his British accent, he kept his gaze on the crowd despite his attention being on the man wearing a rather gorgeous burgundy suit. Whoever that person was…? They had taste. “The whole point is see how he deals with mysteries. Will the curiosity become unbearable… almost like a rash – and we must see who is behind the mask? Or is the thrill of the chase and later trying to figure out who is who more enticing? I don’t know about you but… I do like to uncover my mysteries with calm. There’s no rush… is there?”

[masonxellis]

LOCATION: WINTER SOLSTICE MASQUERADE

A night like this was definitely not something Mason had experienced before - nothing came even close to a party quite like this. It wasn't like he had never worn a suit before, though the ones his parents put him in at social events were usually more modest and demure, not quite as extra as the one he'd decided to go with for this occasion. To be honest, he had been uncertain at first about the silver embellishment on the fabric, or about going so fancy to wear a bowtie - "dressing up" simply wasn't part of Mason't usual behavior so he had anticipated feeling nervous or out of place.

But as soon as he stepped into the event, his face and identity concealed behind the mask, he felt the tension and nervousness leave his body almost instantly. Looking around the room with a slight smile, Mason began to fully realize the obvious - he had no idea who any of these men were, and they didn't know who he was. For tonight, they were all blank slates to each other, without any preconceived notions or expectations. So why not take advantage of that? Impulsive and carefree as ever, he went straight for the champagne, grabbing two glasses instead of one, and made a move to approach the first person he saw standing by themselves. "May I offer you a glass?", he spoke, stepping up and reaching out one of the champagne glasses. "I would love to have someone to clink glasses with, you know."

[andrewxstjohn]

A Masquerade. Of course. Andrew was somewhat surprised that they were throwing such an elaborate party for the Winter Solstice, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure of a night where… masks were mandatory? He usually tended to those in a social manner. There was always some social network going behind the scenes – but this time? This time there wouldn’t be any networking. Just men whose identity was concealed behind elaborate masks. He could be anyone he wanted, if just for one night. Be everything he always wanted to be and never truly had the courage to do. Maybe tonight was the night. Maybe tonight… he could spread his wings and act… unlike he usually would. Wearing a very fitting white suit with golden implements, Andrew adjusted his Roman mask that matched the outfit with surgical precision. There were so many people wearing dark colors that one way to stand out was to swim against the tide… and wear white. With his hair brushed back and his beard trimmed to perfection, he walked into the event… with a confidence in his step that he had never truly utilised. Maybe it was the mask. Having his identity concealed definitely assisted in being someone he was not. He could be brazen, mysterious or even aloof. No one would know, would they? He paused for a minute as a flute of champagne was promptly offered. His lips almost curled into a smile – alas, he kept the mysterious act going for a little longer. His hand reached out for the offered beverage, his gaze taking in the dark and silver look of the other man and the dramatic mirror-like mask that was definitely an eye catcher. Why go simple when one could go all-out in these events? Before opening his mouth, Andrew mentally kicked himself: he had to resort to a different accent – otherwise his British one would be a dead giveaway. So, he cleared his throat, nodding his head politely to the man who had offered him the drink. No British accent. Not tonight, at least. “And to what shall we clink glasses to? Any specific idea came to mind or…?”

[andrewxstjohn]

[supfag]

Danny Griffin as Jolyon Forsyte The Forsytes (1x01)

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Tom was on the complete other end of things. He wanted to sit back and take things in for… however long it took. Exploring was definitely on his agenda, but maybe for not a few days. He can’t describe it, but there’s something about the beginning. It’s meant to savor, take slow, lull. And that goes for the beginning of anything. But ESPECIALLY travel. ESPECIALLY when they have all the time in the world here! Why jump into things?

Tom’s hand rests across his stomach, rising and falling with his breath. Okay, he’s not dead. Just resting. The background hum of the lights, the footsteps echoing off the nonexistent acoustics of the marble floors and walls, the breaking of waves nearby, it was all perfect white noise and Tom could’ve totally fallen asleep right there. He stretches out, his hoodie hiking up his stomach a little. Suddenly, a voice appears that sounds a LOT closer than the background chatter. His eyes shoot open and he pulls his head up.

“Ah! Jeez, you scared me just a bit, hahahaha!” Thomas giggles whimsically but deeply, sitting up a bit onto his elbows. “Yeah, not my best call… most of my stuff is long sleeves. Hopefully there’s a shop or something I can get some more tees. I’m okay for now!” He flashes a thumbs up and sits up fully.

“It’s good to see someone! Have you done some exploring already? Or did you just get here like me?”

[andrewxstjohn]

Bloody hell. Andrew was definitely not expecting to scare someone at all – let alone during an introduction… but it would appear that the person in question was so damn relaxed that maybe they dozed off for a moment? The jet lag was known to be an unforgiving bitch later on. His eyebrows shot upward with the sudden scare, lips trembling between a smile and legit concern for the other man. Who falls asleep at the entrance? Everyone else was mingling or collecting the keys to go to their rooms and unpack – something he too needed to do within a foreseeable future. But right now, he was making sure that the other man was… alright? He seemed to be asleep, from what he could tell. What an odd character that was.

”Apologies.” He offered a polite smile, quickly offering his hand to the odd man in the hoodie – it was hard not to stand out wearing that. “I’m Andrew. Drew, for friends. I am terribly sorry for having disrupted your uh… nap.” Nothing wrong with micro-naps. He didn’t do those but he fully supported those who did. More power to them. “I believe we should be going to our rooms and exploration comes after. Maybe then you can find yourself something more…” Summer-y. “Suitable. I just arrived as well, so I have not done any exploring… but once I get my mittens on a map… you can bet I will do my fair share of sightseeing around the place. Find a shop with clothes, maybe!”

[theromankiss]

Roman let the silence stretch for a moment longer than necessary, letting Andrew take him in — because there was something electrifying about being watched so openly. Most men tried to hide it, swallowing their hunger behind politeness or ego. But Andrew… no. He looked at Roman like he was studying a rare, dangerous animal, one he wasn’t sure he wanted to pet or provoke. Roman liked that. A lot. He angled his body slightly, shoulders opening, jaw tilting just enough to let Andrew see every bit he was admiring. Confidence wasn’t an act for Roman; it lived in his bones, rolled off him like heat. And Andrew? Andrew didn’t shrink from it. He met it, matched it, fed it. “A break,” Roman echoed, his voice dipping with a slow, knowing grin. “Funny. I came here looking for the same thing. Seems we both needed to get out of our own heads for a while.”

He leaned in, their knees almost brushing, their breaths folding into each other as the bass vibrated through the padded alcove. “And mischief…” Roman murmured, eyes dropping briefly to Andrew’s mouth before returning to his gaze, “is always about the company.” His smirk sharpened, warm and wicked, like he’d just been handed an invitation wrapped in gold. “You don’t strike me as the type who stumbles into trouble by accident. You choose it. Carefully.” Roman’s fingers brushed the rim of his glass, slow and deliberate, the movement mirroring the pulse of the music. “So tell me, Andrew—” he leaned closer, voice settling into something intimate and edged with promise, “—what kind of trouble are you hoping to find tonight?”

[andrewxstjohn]

There was no denying the allure. Men like Roman were rare. Men who knew that they looked good because they were incredibly attractive and had the confidence to match the act. There were a lot of men who barked and didn’t bite or simply went for the bites because their bark was annoying. People often tend to fake it until they make it… but not Roman. Not from what Andrew could tell, sitting by his side and watching the way he moved. Deliberate actions. Every turn of his head was not only to either focus on him or his surroundings but also to provide him a chance to see his body from different angles. The sheer confidence that Roman oozed just by existing was staggering. Not many men could pull that off. Not many men could endure the heat of his gaze or the sultry tone of his voice. He knew what he was doing. Of course, he did. Men like that knew exactly what buttons to push to make someone unravel before them. It was like playing with fire.

Luckily, Andrew knew how not to get burnt. He did like confident men. Men who were aware of who they were and what they wanted. Unapologetic about their actions and words. There were too many sycophants in the world. It was definitely refreshing to meet someone who said it as it was. “Usually trouble finds me, I’m afraid.” Andrew wetted his lips and ran his fingers over his blond hair, repositioning himself on the couch so that he was facing Roman – giving the other man his undivided and complete attention. Roman obviously liked to be seen. To be admired. Why not do just that? It felt… so liberating to just do something he normally wouldn’t do without any fear of consequences. “I’m always cleaning someone else’s mess. But the trouble I get in on my own accord?” He made a clicking sound with his tongue and shook his head, mimicking Roman and leaning in just close enough to let his lips brush against the other guest’s earlobe, his British accent thick with intention. “I don’t know if you could handle my breed of trouble, darling.”

[dorianofthebody]

Dorian watched him move—not into the water, as he’d half-expected, but toward the lounge chair instead. Interesting. Very interesting. Most men tried to impress him by closing the distance immediately, eager to be as close as possible. Andrew, however, chose something far more effective.

He gave Dorian something to look at.

That earned him a subtle, appreciative exhale.

As Andrew reclined back, every line of his body framed by the dying light, Dorian didn’t hide the way his eyes traveled—slowly, deliberately—from ankle to thigh, from chest to the lowered angle of his throat, up until they came to rest on that dangerously charming smile.

The man knew exactly what he was doing. Good. Dorian liked intelligent temptation.

He swam a little closer, resting his arms on the edge of the pool, looking up at Andrew with a gaze hot enough to leave its own kind of burn.

“You’re right,” Dorian murmured, voice low and velvety. “You’re not most men.” He let the words settle on the air between them, weighted with meaning. “I noticed that the moment you didn’t run.”

His eyes flicked over Andrew again, slower this time—less appraisal, more indulgence.

“And as for the view…” Dorian let his smile form gradually, a soft, sensual curl that hinted at everything he wasn’t saying. “Well. I’m not in the habit of lying.”

A beat of silence. A shift of his jaw, subtle and wicked.

“You’re far better scenery than the resort.”

He pushed back from the pool’s edge just enough to rest his chin on folded arms, like a predator relaxing only to observe the prey that had willingly wandered close.

“And you don’t have to worry about inflating your ego,” he added, eyes never leaving Andrew’s body. “Something tells me you already know exactly what effect you have.”

A pause—warm, charged.

“But I’ll admit,” Dorian said, head tilting, lips curving, “I like that you want me to look.”

He dragged one hand over the water’s surface, lazy circles rippling outward, gaze still fixed on Andrew’s reclining form.

“Tell me, Andrew…” His tone softened, deepened, dangerous in the way velvet could be dangerous. “Are you keeping the mystery for me… or for yourself?”

[andrewxstjohn]

Andrew was not a stranger to flirting. Just because he chose not to do it as brazenly as others… it did not mean that he was a complete prude or unaware of how things were done. A lot of guys were obvious in their intentions. Whether by words or lingering gazes – like the ones Dorian was giving him now – they made their intentions clear. They liked what they saw. They wanted it. And more often than not, the thrill of the chase was far more enticing than the pleasure of the kill. It was like a dance. A tango. One would lead the other before the steps changed,and the partner would then be the one leading. Eye contact was a must, as well as showing appreciation for the other person. Andrew was no stranger to any of those things… he was merely selective with whom he would choose to flirt. And Dorian was trouble. That smile sent shivers down his spine, and the way he gazed at him made Andrew feel completely naked. What sort of improper thoughts would be crossing the other man’s mind now? How did his lips taste? How he would look deprived of clothing and under him? Andrew could recognise an alpha predator when he saw one. Heck, he dated one for quite some time and that brought him nothing but sorrow and heartbreak. That didn’t mean every other man would do the same – but it also meant he wouldn’t fall prey to a gorgeous face as easily as he had done in the past. He had learned his lesson.

”Nothing wrong with admiring what is in front of us.” His gaze was on Dorian and Dorian alone, the beautiful scenery around them merely a background for their conversation. As beautiful as everything was – the exchange with the other man was… far more enticing. “I’m also admiring the view, so why can’t you?” Still lying on the chair, Andrew closed his eyes for a second in order to relax, his partially exposed chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. He didn’t flirt often ,but when he did… it felt… good. Liberating. Like he didn’t have to act a certain way. And while he could take the bold approach and say it as it was – there was something a lot more entertaining in allowing other people to guess. “Why not both? A little bit of mystery is good, no?” He opened one of his eyes, the corner of his lips curling into a teasing smile as his attention returned at full throttle to Dorian. “Where would be the fun in laying all my cards on the table within minutes?” That was not how games were played, after all. “You are keeping the mystery too. Because you like it. It’s far more rewarding to remove peel after peel rather than to tear open the package, don’t you agree?”

[harborheir]

Julian settled onto the barstool beside him, the movement smooth, controlled, unhurried — the kind of presence that filled space without ever crowding it. He watched Andrew take everything in: the glow of the lights, the sheen of polished surfaces, the curated elegance of the lounge that had been designed to feel like liberation in architectural form. Some guests only noticed the luxury. Andrew noticed the intention.

Julian liked that.

As Andrew spoke, Julian let his eyes rest on him fully — not scanning, not assessing, simply seeing. The way the tension slowly drained from his shoulders. The way his breath steadied. The way awe and disbelief mingled in his expression, like a man still checking whether the door of the cage was truly open.

“You’re adjusting more quickly than you think,” Julian murmured, voice carrying that soft, velvety calm that always seemed to ease people without them realizing. “Most men spend their first night here trying to pretend they’re not overwhelmed. You’re actually letting yourself feel it.”

A compliment, but delivered like an observation. A truth he wanted Andrew to hold onto.

The bartender approached, and Julian ordered for them both with a quiet confidence, the kind that came naturally from years of knowing exactly how the island breathed at night. Two Golden Cove spritzes were set before them — pale yellow, flecked with jasmine petals, chilled glasses misting softly between their hands.

Julian slid one toward him.

“To your first breath of freedom,” he said, raising his own glass slightly.

But he didn’t drink immediately. Instead, he watched the way Andrew looked at him — the openness, the curiosity, the newness of being allowed to desire something openly without consequence. Julian let that linger for a beat before answering his final words.

“You’ve already brightened my night,” he said quietly, sincerity woven through every syllable. “Not because you’re trying to impress me… but because you’re just being here. Being honest. Being yourself — or the beginning of whoever you’re about to become.”

He took his first sip then, slow and deliberate, the faintest curl of pleasure at the drink’s flavor touching his mouth.

“And first-day anxiety?” Julian continued, lowering the glass. “It’s real. And it’s welcome. It means you care about your experience. It means you’re present.”

His gaze drifted slightly lower — to Andrew’s hands, relaxed now on the counter — before rising to meet his eyes again, warm and steady.

“You’re doing perfectly, Andrew. Better than most. And… your company is far more than good enough.”

A hint of something playful touched Julian’s tone as he added:

“But if you’d like to prove it, you’re welcome to stay by my side a while longer.”

[andrewxstjohn]

While he was familiar with how bars worked, to have someone do to him what he would often do to others was… a nice change of pace. As a club owner himself, Andrew was used to being the center of attention – whether he liked it or not – and be the best host one could possibly be. He too offered others drinks when they didn’t know what to pick or eased someone having a terrible day into shedding the concerns hovering above their heads, so that they could let go and relax for a single night. He knew the tricks. He had done them as well. But to be on the receiving end? To be the one guided into a new chapter, eased up to all the new opportunities that awaited him? That was new. He was raised to lead and stand up for himself. Never coddled or taken care of. This was different. Unfamiliar but not at all unwanted. It helped him relax. Helped him steady his breathing, heart no longer pounding wildly against his ribcage due to anxiety of experiencing something new.

His gaze never truly abandoned the man before him. All of his movements were poised to perfection. Like he knew everything there was to know about the island, about the people who went there. Almost like he could read between the lines, see what troubled people with a mere glance. In a way, it made Andrew feel vulnerable. Almost as if he was naked amidst the club and the other man could see him for him rather than the image he projected onto the world. It was a good thing that the drinks came when they did – especially because Andrew could feel his cheeks burning under the attentive gaze. Not that he felt awkward or aroused or anything… but to be seen? Understood? And all in a matter of minutes? That was new to him. And with all new things, he didn’t quite know what to make of it other than taking it as things went further. Rolling with the punches, as one might say. So, he took his drink and brought it to his lips. It was… refreshing. Undoubtedly tasty with a fragrance so unique that he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let everything sink in. Maybe that was the goal. Think less, feel more. Embrace change and the novelty. Spread your wings. Fly.

”I wouldn’t mind staying by your side a little longer.” Not only because the other man was incredibly attractive… but also helped him at being at ease in a new environment. Andrew looked around the club again – admiring things as they were, from the aesthetic to the intentional things that had been made – before locking eyes with the other man once more, a smile forming on his lips that reflected his carefree nature and willingness to let his troubles go. He definitely needed the second. Too many things weighed on his shoulders, and he just… “It has been a while since I felt comfortable in a place. And next to someone.” His gaze lingered. His blue eyes reflecting the stillness of the sea but with its immeasurable depths and mysteries. “I have to thank you for that. For… reminding me that it’s alright to be present in the here and now. Lord knows I’ve forgotten how that feels like.”

[masonxellis]

Part of it was probably the fact that making a fool out of yourself was, in itself, subjective. Some people had a tendency to overthink a lot of things, and to feel embarrassed when the people around them were unlikely to even bat an eye or think twice about their 'mishaps'. And then there were people like Mason, who embodied the opposite - someone so carefree (and, occasionally, imprudent) that he failed to feel embarrassed about some things that others would prefer him to. It wasn't easy to shake his optimistic and good-spirited nature, but a lot of the arguments in the past that had managed to hit him deeply were those including the words "I'm ashamed of you". That sentiment felt a lot more common in Mason's life than himself feeling embarrassment of his own.

He raised an eyebrow curiously for a moment, but decided not to press the matter further - even though he was genuinely confused for a second, as Andrew truly had not done anything that would require an apology in Mason's eyes. He assumed that his fairytale prince comparison had not been received as the compliment he'd meant it at, and if the other had seemed offended rather than avoidant, he probably would have tried to explain his intent - but as it were, it seemed wiser to just let it go.

The sudden question took him so much by surprise that he couldn't help but laugh in amusement after a moment, not at Andrew, but just the fact that that was the first thing to come to mind for this posh, poised British guy. It seemed like behind all that put-togetherness, there was someone with a sense for some fun - which didn't feel surprising, but was nice to see nonetheless. "Well, it depends a bit on how extreme you wanna get with it... But yeah, I think I can give you a pretzel pose or two", he chuckled. Showing a reassuring smile, he shrugged for a moment. "Oh, nobody's expecting you to bend into weird shapes or anything, no worries. Took me years to get to where I am now. Yoga can do wonders for you just from the most basic steps. Even just closing your eyes and really being conscious of your own heartbeat and breathing. Meditation is a big part of it. And then, before you know it, you'll release some tension and be able to touch your toes." Grinning, Mason let himself fall into the sand, sitting in the warmth and looking up at Andrew as he crossed his legs, sticking each foot in below the other leg. "And if you stick with it, eventually you'll get to this type of pretzel. That the one you talked about? Or did you mean this one?" Chuckling playfully, Mason uncrossed his legs once more, leaning back slightly to bend them back, eventually putting his arms out in front of them as he 'folded' himself into a pretzel-alike shape that, in different circumstances, could indeed feel quite exposed and promiscuous. Or it could just look silly, depending on one's perspective. "But yes, this one I would not try to teach a beginner, I wouldn't want to be blamed if they get stuck and can't unfold themselves again!", he mused, unable to hold back his own chuckled laughter.

[andrewxstjohn]

It was such a silly question. Out of the blue, just asking someone if they could do the pretzel pose because they were yogis. He knew a lot of people of apparently harbored a deep hatred toward yogis – although Andrew did neither inquire nor share their views – because as of right now, Mason seemed like a perfectly normal person, with a very good control of his body to bend it in potentially compromising poses. Folding his arms over his chest, Andrew kept his gaze on the other man – the sea breeze caressing both of them and bringing the scent of salt water along with it. The first pretzel pose was already impressive in its own right… probably because Andrew lacked the necessary relaxation techniques to do it… but when it came for the second… and all the sexual connotations that it brought just by looking at it, he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks burning at the very compromising position Mason was in.

”So that’s THE pretzel.” He was undoubtedly impressed. His eyebrows shot upward as he was trying not to picture any type of intimate situations where that position could and would be used. He was genuinely curious about it, and Mason had succeeded in making his jaw drop to the ground by doing it. “Hats off to off, mate.” With a chuckle, the blond clapped a couple of times to show his appreciation to Mason’s fabulous bend and twist techniques that he would never be able to achieve. Maybe he lacked the ability or the patience to stand and twist and breathe a certain way. But… he could touch his own toes. That must count for something, right? “I was not expecting an actual demonstration when I asked if you could do it, but I am nevertheless very, very impressed by it. Maybe I should consider taking so yoga classes while I am here.” He would never be pretzel worthy but… who knows? “Now – I hope you don’t mind my next inquiry, although I am legit curious about it. I have friends who have a distinct distaste for yogis. Would you happen to know why, and enlighten me? I feel like I missed something important – like I fell asleep in class and totally missed the mark.”

[goodshot-goodsoldier]

Location: Grand Atrium, Early Evening

Warm. That’s the first thing he notices when he steps off the ship. Just as moist as, maybe even moister than the Pacific. But it’s a warm moisture, carried through the air on what’s called a ‘sea breeze’. It kind of stings. Are there sand particles that get picked up and flung into Thomas’s face? It sort of feels like it, but it’s extremely subtle. The soil in the PNW is moist and compact and not loose like the sand here. He’s got on a pair of gray jeans and a dark teal hoodie, far too warm for the weather of the island, as he’s soon to discover.

He carries with him not much in the way of physical things. A few pairs of jeans and tees, socks, underwear. The closest thing he has to ‘fancy dress’ is a cool leather bomber jacket that he’s had forever which he has NO idea how to wash. Very much a believer in the concept of winging it. In the way of non-physical things, however, Thomas is a camel. Okay that was a terrible metaphor. He runs his hands through his hair, resting his tired eyes for just a second before he steps into the main building, the atrium. Seems he’s here just a liiiittle bit later than the others, which is nice. He likes interaction, but a bunch of people all at once is definitely too much for him to handle. He takes a seat in one of the couches and just rests his back for a bit.

It’s luxurious as hell in here. He’s away from the grime and the dust and the drabness of everyday life. The floors shine, the ceilings sparkle, and he almost starts feeling homesick immediately before he lays his head back and closes his eyes, all splayed out on the couch, taking up the whole damn seat. He needs to really forget about California for right now. He has a job. It can certainly wait for tomorrow, though, he just got here.

To onlookers, it might appear that a homeless guy found his way in and is using the couch as a temporary resting place. But it’s just Tom Seversky, who can’t dress to a vacation for shit.

[andrewxstjohn]

So this was Azure Haven. A little slice of paradise, away from everything and everyone – the perfect location for someone who wanted to escape the world to come. That was Andrew’s primary goal for the time being. Escape the bloody world. Stay away from all the faces he would see daily and all the secrecy that came with being who he was. But there was an extra reason to just… be away. Heartbreak was something that took a long time to heal. Even more so after being backstabbed by the man he deemed to be the love of his life back then. But those memories were better left buried at the bottom of the bloody ocean. To Andrew, being there was hopefully a fresh start. A turning page for a new chapter of his life where he would learn to be himself and discover things about him that he was not yet aware of… rather than being who everyone wanted him to be. Poised and charming. Always polite, always in control of his emotions, always there. A modern age prince charming, as someone would believe. But being perfect all the time was exhausting. It took a toll on him, like a boulder on his back, forcing him to bend but never break. And if he broke, who knows what would happen? Years upon years of pent-up tension due to a very elitist upbringing would snap. All those polite smiles, carefully built mask that would be perfectly viewed and accepted by society… gone. He ran a hand over his blond hair. Everyone was getting off the ship and being greeted with fancy drinks and whatnot – soon to be taken to their respective rooms and left to their own devices. He wanted to explore. To see what the island had to offer before trying to figure himself out. He sipped his drink without rush. One hand on the pocket of his white pants, the other holding the beverage in his hand. His blue eyes scanned the new arrivals. Men from every way of life, from every corner of the planet were there – and they all had in common the need to just be away for a while. They all looked the same, really. Prim and proper, rich and powerful. Like every single one of them owned the world in their own right… at least his gaze landed on the man claiming a whole couch for himself… and wearing a hoodie. A hoodie? In a tropical setting? Andrew’s lips almost curled into a smile – because who on earth would wear a hoodie to a tropical island – and the absurdity of the whole scenario and that man being the complete opposite of everyone around… was what made him approach. A kind smile lingering on his lips with such a carefree ease, absolutely no judgment reflected in his crystal clear blue eyes.

”It is a bit hot for a hoodie, no?” His British accent while thick comes out in a way friendlier manner than one would expect an Englishman to speak. “You must be melting with that.”

[theromankiss]

Roman watched him move long before he ever opened his mouth — the way Andrew cut through the crowd like he’d been born to do it, all polished confidence and smooth lines, a man who understood the way bodies moved in clubs the same way Roman understood how desire worked on a pulse. When he finally slid into the alcove, Roman couldn’t help the slow, appreciative smile tugging at his mouth. Andrew didn’t just sit. He arrived — graceful, self-possessed, framed in the low gold lighting like sin wearing a tailored suit. Roman shifted just a fraction closer, enough that the heat and cologne between them mingled, both familiar and brand new all at once. “Didn’t think you’d stand,” he said, voice low and warm, meant only for the space between their mouths. “You strike me as the kind of man who always knows exactly where he wants to be.”

He lifted his glass slightly in greeting, letting the rim catch a glint of light before bringing it back down. “Roman,” he answered, tone smooth, unhurried — savoring the way Andrew’s name had fallen from his lips like a tease waiting for an answer. “And trust me—” a slow grin curved, deliberate and inviting, “—the pleasure’s mine.” He let the silence hum between them for a beat, the bass vibrating through the leather seats and into their bodies. Roman leaned back, legs parted in relaxed dominance, looking Andrew over with clear, unashamed interest. “So tell me, Andrew…” he murmured, voice dipping just enough to make it a question and a proposition all at once, “what brings a man who moves like you to an island built for mischief?”

[andrewxstjohn]

Roman. A name fit for a conqueror. Andrew remained silent for precious seconds, his lips concealed by his drink as he took in the other man’s appearance in a brazen way – something he had not done often before. Usually, when someone caught his interest, he would occasionally glance their way. See the microexpressions on their face, the way they moved, stood and walked. If their gazes met, he would offer them a polite smile, one that secretly held unspoken promises. It was unlike him to just take in someone’s physique and presence in such an open way. Maybe it was his surroundings that lifted the veil of inhibition, or perhaps the simple fact that he did not have to continue with that masked dance he had done all his life.

Regardless, he admired the other man. Muscular and with a staggering confidence that would make those with low self-esteem feel incredibly aware of their own body. He sat like a king. Like he owned the place. A shining beacon of masculinity, sensuality and sexuality. A predator amidst gazelles. Waiting for an opportunity that he would not squander in the slightest. The type of man who made Andrew’s heart beat just a little faster. He did like confident men. A nice change from those who knew who he was and would bend backwards to attempt to get his attention. “Probably the same thing that brought you here.” His reply is quick-witted, followed by a smile. They are so close to one another, their gazes taking in each other’s features as they lean in closer so that they can be heard over the background bass. And he likes the scent of their colognes mixing in the empty space between them. Alluring, no doubt. “I needed a break from everything and a chance to figure some stuff out. Mischief may be included, but it all depends on who I’d get mischievous with, no?”

[andrewxstjohn]

[masonxellis]

Carefree was indeed a perfect one-word descriptor to put a label on Mason. Of course, some would have interpreted his nature in a less positive light, calling him immature or irresponsible, naive or unreasonable. He'd been called all of those things and more, could recount many an argument with his parents and others who had put expectations in him. Expectations that he seemed to defy at all costs, either not caring or simply not thinking about any long-term consequence. It was foolish and admirable at once, and to someone like Andrew, it must truly appear like a stark contrast - Mason certainly would have gone under in record time in a world like that of the other man. Flattery, politics and intrigue were not things that Mason was made for - call it carefree or careless, he was driven by impulse, saying and doing whatever pleased him and dealing with the result once he got to it.

He couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, covering his mouth briefly with the back of his hand but unable to fight a small grin forming on his lips at Andrew's words. It was truly charming, that mix of blunt honesty and oh-so-polished vocabulary. Paired with that British accent, the other man truly came across quite posh and fancy, but without the air of being stuck-up or standoffish. "I kinda struggle to imagine how a charming man like yourself would ever be able to appear like a fool", he mused, furrowing his brow as if he truly was trying to picture the guest embarrassing himself. "Even if you were to get totally lost, I'm sure any man here would be delighted at the chance to guide you back wherever you wanted to go", he winked.

It certainly wasn't an easy feat to leave Mason speechless - but for a moment, Andrew accomplished exactly that. Not that the staff member had been an expert at formal introductions before his employment at the resort, but having his hand kissed instead of shaken was truly a first for him. "My, have you ever been told that you're like a prince right out of a fairytale?", he asked, his tone not hinting that he was making fun of the other in any way - it was simply an observation, and a pleasant one if you asked Mason. He couldn't claim he'd ever actively thought about feeling like a Disney princess, but for a moment, it had a surprising appeal. "Very nice to make yours, too, Drew", he smiled, implicitly declaring them friends right away - having only met seconds ago had hardly ever stopped him. "Well, that's why you came here, right? At least that would be my guess. Here you can fill your day however you wish. Doing all the things you're curious about. Indulging in new experiences." That's what even Mason himself hoped for. "As for your question, yes, indeed. I've been doing yoga for about ten years now. It's my favorite way to unwind, you know. Well, one of them. Perfect to clear your mind, and amazing at keeping your body limber and relieving all that tension. You should come by the spa sometime if you're interested - I'd love to show you a thing or two."

[andrewxstjohn]

It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he would make a fool out of himself if he got lost… but Andrew didn’t want to shatter the good mood and lively conversation by sharing one of his less than elegant acts. Not that he was naturally clumsy – Heaven forbid – but there were instances where he might have slipped here and there or accidentally slap a tray from a waiter’s hand… or even drunk singing at a karaoke. The last one was for no one’s ears and eyes except the ones who had been present there. It could be a nice story to share with someone, but definitely not within minutes of meeting a new person. No matter how polite, easy-going and friendly they would seem to be. ”Apologies.” A nervous chuckle vibrated from within his chest as Andrew mentally slapped himself for his action. While to Mason it would appear charming and something probably rare to perform, Andrew had done that more than enough times to know that old-school greetings were a nice way to reveal more about himself than he was willing to share. And while he was nothing close to a prince – Disney or not – the mention of it all made him quickly look away, cheeks tainted with a light shade of red as he desperately attempted to come up with a different topic of conversation that would not go toward deeper waters. Waters that he most definitely was not interested in swimming in.

”Can you do the one they call Pretzel?” His suggestion was so sudden, so ludicrous that even Andrew surprised himself as he turned his attention back to Mason. One could only wonder how much flexibility a person would have due to yoga. All the ways they could bend and twist and turn… and in what circumstances such intriguing positions would be good for. Not that he was… well, now that he was thinking about it, Andrew couldn’t avoid wondering how such flexibility would be useful during sex. But, everyone usually thinks about that when thinking of yoga, right? “If you give yoga classes, I might awkwardly attempt some poses – but I would not get my hopes up on reaching a higher level. I can be limber but I am pretty bloody sure that my body won’t bend in certain ways. Although I do find that talent very impressive in others.”

[harborheir]

Julian watched him with a quiet, attentive stillness — the kind of stillness that made men feel seen, not scrutinized. Andrew’s embarrassment, his attempt to hide it behind a chuckle, the way he steadied himself before speaking again… Julian read all of it with gentle precision.

Most people arrived at Azure Haven looking for pleasure. A few arrived looking for escape. But men like Andrew? Men who carried their past on their spine and in their breath?

They arrived looking for permission.

Julian’s expression softened, just slightly — a barely there shift that felt like a private acknowledgment meant only for him.

“Old habits do die hard,” he agreed quietly, “but they don’t have to die all at once. You’re allowed to unlearn at your own pace.”

Andrew’s comment about never being told that uncertainty was allowed drew a flicker of something warmer in Julian’s eyes. Recognition. Empathy. And a subtle, protective kind of anger aimed not at Andrew — but at the voices in his head that had taught him fear.

“You’d be surprised,” Julian murmured, “how often the strongest men are the ones who admit they don’t have every answer.”

He let that settle — not as advice, but as reassurance.

Then Andrew asked about the drink, and something in Julian’s posture eased into a more relaxed, subtly playful line. He moved with him toward the bar, steps unhurried, presence steady, the warm glow of the lounge painting soft gold into the edges of his hair.

“At this hour?” Julian mused. “I’d recommend something light. The Golden Cove spritz — citrus, a hint of jasmine, and just enough warmth to loosen the shoulders.”

He glanced at Andrew sidelong, a low smile tugging at his lips.

“It suits a man taking his first breath of freedom.”

When Andrew offered to buy him a drink in return, Julian paused — not in surprise, but in consideration. Most guests were hesitant around him; fewer extended reciprocity so openly.

His gaze slid back to Andrew, lingering a second longer than before.

“I’d be a terrible host if I let you drink alone,” he said softly.

Then, leaning a touch closer — just close enough that Andrew could catch the faint scent of sandalwood and sea air on his skin — Julian added:

“And a fool to decline your company.”

He straightened again, that quiet smile returning.

“Yes, Andrew. I’ll give you that pleasure.”

[andrewxstjohn]

Andrew let out a breath that he did not know he was holding until now. Once his invitation to drink with him was accepted, he could feel himself relax. Process the words exchanged – almost like he was trying to piece together a rather complex puzzle. Azure Haven was a place where the rich and powerful would mingle. Where they would shed whatever personas they used in the outside world to become their own individuals there. It was no surprise to him that some people would understand the meaning of his words. The struggles, the pressure, the constant anxiety – mostly because everyone had experienced that on one level or another. But to be completely free? To see the door of the cage open and finally have permission to spread his wings and fly? Learn who he was? How many people have been through what he was experiencing now? As he made his way to the bar, Andrew’s gaze fell on his surroundings. Being a club owner himself, he could admire the aesthetic and disposition of things with a trained eye. Everything was incredibly classy and elegant, devised to summon the senses of those with far too much money to burn and way too much weight on their shoulders. The club was devised to allow freedom to roam. No inhibitions, no fears, worries or concerns would be allowed there. Just as a proper club should be. With his hands on his pockets, he walked slowly toward the bar, his gaze falling on a the myriad of colors, the mirrors, the expensive seats and glistening tables. One would think someone that owned clubs and was previously a PR to those very same clubs would be tired of the night scene. Andrew did not.

As he sat on the stool and heard what his drink would be, Andrew’s lips curled into a delighted smile. Now, there was a drink that he had never experienced before. And one alluring to his first taste of freedom? “That sounds like a lovely drink, especially if it holds to the standards of being my first breath of freedom.” Resting his arms on the counter, his gaze was attentive and focused on the other man. On his elegant and poised movements, on the way his lips curled into a smile… on the delicious scent of sandalwood and sea when he leaned in, close enough to make his own heart skip a beat. Andrew definitely wasn’t unfamiliar with being close to another man but so openly? In the middle of a club? Without a care whether or not he would be seen or heard? So that… that was what freedom tasted like, uh? “I do hope my company matches the taste of the drinks. I would be heartbroken if I couldn’t brighten your night the same way as you have mine. Thank you for that. I guess… first day anxiety is a real thing.”

[dorianofthebody]

Dorian wasn’t often caught off guard, but something about the man’s approach—hesitant yet drawn in, polite yet clearly affected—sparked a slow, delicious pull in his chest. He watched Andrew come closer, watched the shift from distance to proximity, the way the sunset lit his features and softened the aristocratic angles of his face. When the stranger crouched by the pool’s edge and offered his hand, Dorian felt the faint ripple of anticipation move through him like warm water.

He lifted his own hand from the pool, droplets sliding down his wrist, and took Andrew’s in a deliberate, confident grip. His thumb brushed just once along the other man’s knuckles—subtle, but unmistakably intentional.

“Dorian,” he replied, voice smooth as dark wine. “Dorian Bellerose.” His gaze held Andrew’s for a beat longer than politeness required, as though committing him—his face, his presence, his quiet shiver—to memory. “And yes… staying is very much okay.”

He didn’t let go immediately. He let Andrew feel the warmth of his palm, the strength in his fingers, the unspoken invitation humming beneath the contact.

Only then did he release him, letting his hand drift back to the water.

“You know,” Dorian continued, tilting his head ever so slightly as he took Andrew in with undisguised appreciation, “most men would have kept their distance after a line like the one I gave you.” His smile sharpened, a slow unfurling of interest that bordered on wicked. “But you came closer.”

His eyes dropped briefly to Andrew’s mouth before returning to his gaze.

“I like that.”

Dorian shifted nearer to the pool’s edge, water lapping gently at his chest, making space beside him without explicitly asking for it.

“If you’re staying,” he said softly, “then put yourself somewhere I can actually enjoy the view.”

The invitation was open—flirtatious, warm, and fully up to Andrew to accept.

[andrewxstjohn]

There was some undeniable attraction there. Easy to feel it once Dorian took his hand into a firm, secure grip. It felt electric for a moment. Like all the air within his lungs had left, hollow from inside, as sparks of perhaps interest, perhaps lust danced down his spine in a beautiful cacophony of melodies. It would appear his first assessment of Dorian was correct: he was trouble. Gorgeous trouble with a devious smile that undoubtedly had made many, many men fall prey to that alluring charm. And with him being in the pool? It reminded Andrew of folklore tales of mermaids dragging the entranced sailors into the depths. Would Dorian devour him as well – if stories were to be taken into account? ”I am not most men.” His answer came quicker than he had anticipated, lips moving faster than his brain could process as he watched Dorian swim away – the motion of the water concealing the truth of his physique underneath. “You merely gave me a compliment and it would be very rude of me not to introduce myself. If others choose to gain distance from you rather than approaching?” It was his time to play mysterious. A smile lingered on his lips as his blue eyes, as crystal clear as the water in the pool, seemed entranced by Dorian’s movements. “Then you aren’t surrounding yourself with good company. Who in their right mind would choose to stay away?”

Andrew knew deep down that he should stay away. Men like that were dangerous in more ways than one. He knew that from personal experience – and yet all he did was stand by the edge of the pool, not shying away from the heat of Dorian’s gaze toward him. So, he liked what he saw. Andrew liked to. Nothing wrong with a bit of window shopping, was there? Wetting his lips, Andrew knew that the most expected course of action would be to undress and join the other man in the pool. But as tempting as it was to undress to nothing more than his underwear and dive in – he too knew the value of keeping a veil of mystery. So he pulled one of the lounge chairs closer to the edge and lay down on it – a clear view of his entire body as he reclined back. Enough to give Dorian something to look at – without appearing too eager to please. “How does this look? Better view than our gorgeous surroundings? Careful with your answer now, darling. Don’t go inflate my ego.”

[theromankiss]

Location: After Dark Lounge — Shadowed Seating Alcove

Roman lounged in one of the velvet-lined alcoves of the After Dark Lounge, the warm gold lighting catching on the whiskey glass between his fingers. Music pulsed low through the floorboards, a slow rhythm that matched the easy rise and fall of his chest. He’d only arrived tonight, but he already moved through the lounge like he owned a piece of it — broad shoulders relaxed, lips curled in a half-smirk that said he’d come here for trouble and wouldn’t mind finding it sooner rather than later. The soft murmur of voices, the heat of bodies drifting past, the scent of citrus and something darker lingering in the air… it all fed right into him. Roman didn’t just enjoy places like this — he came alive in them.

He noticed movement in the shadows before he saw who it belonged to, someone hovering near the edge of his alcove like they weren’t sure if they were intruding or invited. Roman shifted, opening the angle of his body just enough to offer space without saying a word. His gaze lifted, slow and deliberate, from the glass to the figure standing there. “Well,” he murmured, voice smooth, warm, and edged with clear interest, “you look like someone who didn’t come here to sit alone.” He nodded once toward the empty spot beside him, an unspoken invitation hanging between them — open, easy, and entirely theirs to decide what came next.

[andrewxstjohn]

Once the music started, it felt like home. Andrew owned more than enough clubs to feel familiar with that specific sensation. The time when the music would play and all inhibitions and concerns would be tossed out the window. People came to bars to relax. To drink, whether because they were in a good mood or to forget something that troubled them. To dance, either because they wanted to expunge what concerns they had or simply because they wanted to feel… free. He had seen it so many times that being at a nightclub was almost like a second nature to him. He had started as a PR for one – and years later, he owned his own chain of bars and clubs. Because why not? Just because he was trapped within a gilded cage, it did not mean that others had to do the same. He lingered for a bit. Drink in hand while moving past people like he was made of water. Elegant and controlled. Like the setting they were in was… well, home. His lips curled into a smile. A genuine one, born from familiarity with his environment. No matter where he would go, what he would do – at a club, everything was the same for everyone. The need to let go of worries and problems. Let loose and be free. Whether by dancing, drinking, or flirting. They were all people at the end of the day, no matter what backgrounds they came from.

His gaze fell on that mountain of a man by the alcove. His actions so deliberate and controlled that Andrew couldn’t help but arch one of his eyebrows in response. Such a simple action – the body angling to provide more space, almost like a king offering a fraction of the throne. “I wasn’t planning on standing for long.” His response is automatic, his British accent drowned by the bass around them as he nods to the invitation and slips into the alcove with ease and grace. In his usual day-to-day, he would never just sit down with a man he didn’t even know. But he wasn’t back where he lived, was he? Experiments took place there, a safe haven for everyone. So… why the bloody hell not? “Thank you for the offer of a seat.” He sits down, crossing his legs and leaning in close enough to make his voice be heard past the drum of the music. “I’m Andrew. It is nice to make your acquaintance, Mister…?”

[masonxellis]

It was quite curious how some guests and staff could have so many essential things in common, despite how vastly different their backgrounds might seem at first glance. Mason's world was of course lightyears removed from whatever that of an aristocrat with blue blood might look like - his parents were doctors, his childhood comfortable but nowhere near comparable to a life of politics and aristocratic machinations. In fact, Mason's entire concept of things like that was based on fiction, probably. But outside pressure, escaping it and defying expectations? That was something he could relate to. Of course, his own decision to break free and follow his own path had led him to the same paradise - even though his position at the resort was a much different one than Andrew's.

Solitude was certainly not something he seeked to find - nor avoid. What had driven him to find refuge in a paradise like this, but on the side of those who worked here, who got paid to make sure the guests had the time of their life? Well, cynics might say it was the best he could afford - booking this paradise for himself was far beyond Mason's means. But he was modest enough that simply working here was already a dream come true; doing what he loved, surrounded by sights like these, and men like the one approaching him in this moment? It was more than he could've hoped for a while ago.

"You have nothing to apologize for", Mason reassured, the subtle smile remaining on his lips as he gave the other a brief look over. The man did not appear immediately familiar, so he assumed that he was a guest, though it wasn't like he was super well acquainted with all the staff yet either. Either way, there was no denying this guy was gorgeous - handsome in appearance, with the partially opened shirt offering an enticing glimpse, and that low voice and British accent making Mason's heartrate pick up again despite his meditation. "Trust me, as long as you are here, the views will not cease to amaze you." Leaving his stance to stand normally, Mason turned to fully face the other man now. "Personally, I find it hard to judge sometimes what sight is more enticing. The scenery, or the men populating it." Both were truly entrancing in his eyes. "I'm Mason. It's nice to meet you. How have you been enjoying your exploration thus far?"

[andrewxstjohn]

A genuine chuckle abandoned his lips before Andrew even had time to consider suppressing it. There was something oddly refreshing about someone speaking their mind without care or filter. He knew people who would say anything that he would like to hear, for favour or to draw attention – but it was so rare to see someone say things like this. Hard to judge what was more enticing: the scenery or the man around. It was such a carefree response, an opinion so unbiased by social norms and rules that it was impossible not to react. It felt refreshing to hear something like that. The words spoken by someone who truly did not care all that much about their speech. Heaven forbid if he had ever said something like that. All hell would break loose and then some. ”I can’t speak for the quality of the men populating this place.” Shaking his head, Andrew felt his heart race for a fraction of a second, excitement slowly building inside him at how refreshing it was to speak his mind for once rather than be mindful of his words. “I arrived a few short hours ago. All I’ve done is see what is where so that I won’t make a fool out of myself and end up lost.” Which would be quite the sight in itself. Azure Haven probably had guides or instructions on where to go or what path to follow – but with so much beauty surrounding them, it would also be quite easy for someone to get utterly and completely lost.

At the introduction, Andrew quickly reached out to take Mason’s hand and out of sheer habit or ingrained education – he lifted the other man’s hand to his lips and pressed a feather like kiss on his knuckles. Because handshakes, while something he had done before… didn’t even cross his mind at that stage. “I’m Andrew. Drew, for friends. It is very nice to make your acquaintance, Mason.” Releasing the other man’s hand, he returned his hand to the pocket of his pants and quickly cleared his throat. “So far, I haven’t got lost – so I may consider my exploring to be a success. How about you? Is… yoga something you do often? I always wanted to try it but… there is not enough hours in a day for me to indulge in such a curiosity.”