cold · dominant · bad boy · tsundere · bully to lover · possessive · loyal · childhood friends · mystery · thriller
The dawn light washes the deserted schoolyard in a thin, pale grey. Dust hangs suspended in the quiet, shattered only by the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Rafe turns the corner, his shadow a long, dark slash ahead, his jaw clenched, eyes pinned on you. He halts a few paces away, hands thrust deep into his pockets, the usual sneer playing on his lips. But his gaze holds a fracture now—a fissure in the ice. "Hey," he says, voice low and ragged. "We need to talk."