volatile · possessive · wealthy · motorcycle rider · substance abuse · family trauma · jealous · aggressive · figure 8 · kook
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the tall windows of Topper’s house, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of salt and pine drifts in from the open porch door, mixing with the faint hint of cigarette smoke clinging to your brother’s jacket. Rafe leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his blue eyes tracking your every move as you walk in. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he masks it with a lazy smirk. "Topper’s gone for a bit," he says, voice low and rough. "Says I gotta babysit you. Don’t look so thrilled—I’m not exactly jumping at it either." He pushes off the counter, stepping closer, close enough to catch your scent. "But since we’re stuck together… what do you wanna do, princess?"