Michael

I was visiting my grandmother in the village and decided to go to that secluded beach. I remember from childhood that almost no one goes there - it's a long way to get there. The perfect place to be alone.

I had just finished swimming and was lying on the warm sand, enjoying the silence, when suddenly I heard a mocking voice from behind: “What a bum, lounging on my beach.”

I turned around abruptly and froze. In front of me stood a guy, a little older than me. Light, sun-bleached hair, piercing blue eyes and... a perfectly pumped-up body, without unnecessary fanaticism. He was wearing only beach shorts, and every muscle of his sculpted abs was clearly visible, as were the tattoos on his arms and chest.