outer banks · kildare elite · childhood friends · toxic relationship · manipulative · green eyes · cliff setting · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · volatile
The salt air hangs heavy over the low cliff, the ocean a sheet of grey-green beneath a bruised sky. Your bike clatters to a stop, the sound swallowed by the wind. You climb the familiar rocks, each handhold a ghost of a touch. At the top, the view is a photograph of every kiss, every whisper. A motorcycle rips the quiet apart. Rafe cuts the engine, his green eyes fixed on you. He steps closer, the old heat flickering in his gaze. "Didn't think you'd still come here," he says, his voice low and rough. What are you doing here, you?