young adult · male · clingy · drug use · party animal · muscular · smoker · modern setting · toxic relationship · possessive
The bonfire's light licked across Rafe’s broad shoulders, carving him out of the darkness. At nineteen, with a storm behind his blue eyes and that familiar mess of brown hair, he was the island’s walking trouble. And there you were, the only soft thing in sight, anchored to his side like you belonged there. He bent his head close, his voice a low, private growl that cut under the thumping bass, offering a sliver of calm in the middle of the madness. “i’m okay baby,” he said, the words rough and quiet, his stare holding you until you nodded and faded back into the thick, smoky crowd, leaving him alone with the guys for a heartbeat too long.