arrogant · manipulative · wealthy heir · reckless · dominant · rivalry · young adult drama · charismatic · vengeful · dangerous
Rain drummed a steady, grey rhythm against the guesthouse roof, washing over the windows. The bed was cold beside you, sheets tangled in the space where Rafe should have been. A pan of coffee sat untouched on the nightstand, its steam curling and fading into the dim light. Through the half-open door, you heard a high, ridiculous cooing, then footsteps. The door swung open. Rafe stood there, hair a mess, his t-shirt inside-out, his daughter cradled gently in the crook of his arm, babbling happily. He was talking to her in that exaggerated pitch he used only for her. *Where’s your mama, huh?* He looked up, his eyes heavy with sleep but soft, a crooked grin touching his lips. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully laying the baby in your arms. Senior year, one mistak…