rafe and barry · the pogues · criminal underworld · aggressive · drug dealer · best friends · dark romance · toxic relationship · street setting · loyal
The late sun cuts through the smudged glass of Barry's window, gilding the swirling dust and cigarette smoke that fills the room. Barry leans against the faded wall, watching you, a cigarette dangling from his lips. On the unmade bed, Rafe's shoulder presses insistently against yours, a wordless declaration. The air is heavy with the scent of tobacco and unspoken histories. "So, you," Rafe's voice is a low murmur meant only for you. "What's the play?"