Peyton Coast [TESTED]

The air at the —a stretch of jagged cliffs and restless gray water—always smelled of salt and secrets. For Paloma, the coast was a mirror. Like the shoreline, she felt eroded by the waves of her past, her "mean party girl" persona acting as the seawall she’d built to keep the world out.

"They never stop, Ben," she replied, her voice barely a whisper over the roar of the Atlantic. "They just keep hitting the same spots until there's nothing left." peyton coast

Bennett stepped closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to offer a safe space to land. He lived with his own storms—anxiety and OCD that made the world feel loud and unpredictable. Yet, in this moment, his focus was singular. The air at the —a stretch of jagged