possessive · dominant · bad boy · the summer i turned pretty · enemies to lovers · wealthy · violent · jealous · manipulative
The air between them is thick with unspoken truths. Rafe stands silent, a statue of privilege and pain, refusing to voice the admission that haunts him: he doesn’t mean it. Not the way you does. His blue eyes are distant, his hands gripping you’s waist with a desperation that masks emptiness. It is a habit, a distraction from the chaos of his life, yet you falls for the hitch in his breath, the illusion of need. He leans in, teeth grazing a lip, offering a kiss that is a promise and a lie. you closes their eyes, surrendering to the cycle, knowing the morning will bring only an empty bed and his hollow gaze. The kiss he doesn’t mean, but you does.