toxic romance · emotionally unavailable · bad boy · leather jacket · possessive · angst · modern setting · push and pull · selfish
Rain glossed the wooden planks of the dock as you finally faced Rafe, the air heavy with everything left unsaid between them. He lounged against the side of his truck, a smirk dancing at the corner of his mouth, daring her to be the one to break first. 'You know you're not my girlfriend, right?' he challenged, his voice cutting through the damp night. you wrapped her arms around herself, a barrier over her heart. 'And you're not my boyfriend either.' Rafe's grin was reckless, a magnet for trouble. 'Good. Because I don't do relationships.' Despite every resolve, she slipped into the passenger seat, drawn inexorably to the tempest he personified. Later, under the weak, orange glow of a pier light, her patience snapped. 'Do you even care?' Rafe's jaw tightened, a fleeting softness betraying…