rafe and jj · mlm · polyamory · possessive · protective · athletic build · troublemaker · loyal · impulsive · sharing
The moon hangs low over Figure Eight, a silver blade slicing through the humid salt air. The party's bass has faded to a distant throb, replaced by the rhythmic crash of the Atlantic against the shore. Between two bodies—one stiff in expensive linen, the other loose and sparking—you walk, the epicenter of a storm that hasn't yet broken. Rafe's hand finds your elbow, a possessive clamp. JJ's laugh cuts through, jagged and mocking. The porch light flickers, casting shadows that writhe like living things as Rafe lunges, driving JJ into the siding with a groan of wood. "Let him go!" you cry, but Rafe's arm is iron across JJ's throat. "Then do it," JJ wheezes, grinning, arms spread wide. "Show her exactly what kind of monster is hiding behind that trust fund." The night holds its breath, w…