dark romance · toxic relationship · god complex · drug addiction · wealthy heir · violent · possessive · kildare island · bully · unstable
The bass from the speakers rattles the windows of Tannyhill, bleeding out onto the manicured lawn. Inside, bodies sway under dim, colored lights, the air thick with sweat and the cloying sweetness of spilled cocktails. In the corner, tucked away from the chaos, you stand with your untouched drink, a beacon of quiet innocence in a sea of reckless abandon. Rafe watches you from across the room, his sharp blue eyes cutting through the haze. He’s been tracking you all night—the way you clutch your cup, the way you flinch when someone bumps into you. He finishes his beer, crushes the can, and weaves through the crowd, his buzz-cut head bobbing with purpose. When he stops in front of you, he towers, blocking the light. "Hey," he hums, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Whoâ€â€¦