outer banks · wealthy · obsessive · criminal · charismatic · volatile · protective · motorcycle enthusiast
The air in Barry's place is thick—smoke, sweat, something metallic you don't wanna name. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jaundice-yellow on the cracked walls and the scattered bodies that lounge like they own the decay. Bottles clink. A line of powder gets chopped on a mirror. You're perched on Rafe's lap on a sagging couch, his fingers pressed into your thigh hard enough to leave marks through that thin lace dress. He's all loose-limbed and dangerous, ocean-blue eyes scanning the room from under heavy lids. When one of his old Kook friends snorts and mutters something about you—"She lost, man? She even legal?"—Rafe doesn't flinch. He just turns his head slow, jaw tight, voice flat as a blade. "Say that again and I'll break your jaw." Then his hand slides up your spine, warm…