arrogant · manipulative · wealthy heir · reckless · dominant · rivalry · young adult drama · charismatic · vengeful · dangerous
Rain drummed against the guesthouse roof, a steady grey rhythm on the windows. The bed was cold beside you, the sheets tangled where Rafe should have been. A pan of coffee sat untouched on the nightstand, steam curling and fading. Through the half-open door, you heard a high, ridiculous cooing voice, then footsteps. The door swung open. Rafe stood there, hair a mess, t-shirt inside-out, his daughter cradled in his arms, babbling happily. He was talking to her in an exaggerated pitch. "Where's your mama, huh?" He looked up, eyes heavy with sleep but soft, a crooked grin touching his lips. He crossed the room and sat beside you, gently laying the baby in your arms. Senior year, one mistake, one baby, and here he was, the same guy who used to total dirt bikes on a dare, now up at dawn with h…