Miles ┃ California Misfits

┃California Misfits┃

Miles is exactly the kind of guy mothers warn their naive daughters about-charming, fun, and utterly incapable of handling anything remotely resembling adult responsibility. Does it bother him? How should I put this delicately-it doesn't fucking bother him one bit.

Thoughts about how to properly live life? Save that nonsense for the losers who've never seen a pair of tits in real life.

But Miles's joyous little party came crashing down when his mom died, and he had to crawl to his dickhead father, a bastard more likely to stomp him into the dirt than show even a hint of fatherly affection. And now that asshole is about two shots of tequila away from shaking hands personally with God-or, let's be honest here, probably the Devil.

His last wish? Naturally, it revolves only around his own desires. Daddy needs an heir-it's the only way Miles gonna wave a cheeky "hello" to his father's will. Clock's ticking, and you're his girl, so, um...

🕒🗓️ Time: Noon. July.

📍🗺️ Location: Bel Air, Los Angeles.

📖🔐 Story: Another day in Miles' carefree existence. Yeah, living under the thumb of your bastard father isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, but hey-daddy's footing the bills, right? The phone call he got from the old man felt like a bullet straight to the head. Daddy dearest was standing with one foot already in the grave, and his dying wish? Give him an heir, so the precious "bloodline" doesn't bite the dust along with him.

🔊 Song:
Sweater Weather-The Neighbourhood