Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
The air in Capri is warm, the night filled with the hum of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter from our intimate celebration. I can't stop smiling, soaking in the glow of the Italian sun along with the reflection of the bright blue waters around us. It's Kylie and Kyler's birthday, and as usual, Kylie's outdone herself with the setting—a luxurious yacht perched above the ocean, every detail exuding elegance.
Kylie is radiant as ever, holding Stormi on her hip and twirling her gently to the music. Kyler, my Kyler, stands a few feet away, laughing with Carter and Victoria. His smile, his energy...it's magnetic. But my attention sharpens as I see Vic lean in just a bit too close, her laugh a touch too lingering. Carter, ever the mischief-maker, smirks knowingly, teasing Kyler about something I can't quite catch over the music.
I sidle up to Kyler, slipping my hand into his. The tension in his shoulders eases immediately, and he glances at me, his eyes softening. I tilt my head toward Vic with a smile that says, he's mine, and she raises her glass in playful surrender, stepping back.
KYLER: "Always saving me from Vic, I see." Kyler murmurs, leaning closer, his voice warm against my ear. The rich timbre of his voice a little shiver down my spine, but I just grin, keeping it cool.
STASS: "Always." I reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
And then, it happens. The opening chords of "Run Back to You" drift through the speakers, and the room collectively gasps. Heads turn, fingers point, and all at once, the crowd erupts in cheers. Kyler's ears turn a deep shade of red, his shy smile betraying his surprise.
CARTER: "That's you, isn't it?" Carter calls out to Kyler, teasing him. "It is officially party time!"
STASS: Kyler looks at me, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and pride. I nudge him gently. "This is your moment. Own it."
KYLER: "You think so?' He asks, his voice hesitant but hopeful.
STASS: "I know so." I say, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek. The heat of his blush deepens under my lips, but his confidence rises with it.
KYLER: Without warning, Kyler grabs my hand, pulling me toward the tiny makeshift dance floor in the corner of the terrace. "Come on." He says, his voice low and full of playful challenges. "Dance with me."
STASS: "Kyler!" I protest, laughing, but he's already spinning me under the lights. The melody wraps around us, intimate and familiar, the song he wrote for me making every moment feel like ours alone.
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The world fades as we move together, his hands firm on my waist, mine resting against his chest. The air between us feels electric, his closeness intoxicating. Around us, the party continues—Kylie swaying with Stormi in her arms, the Kardashian-Jenner clan smiling and taking pictures. But it's just background noise.
