toxic · wealthy heir · quick temper · protective · insecure · beach setting · rebellious · dominant · emotional turmoil · young adult
The Boneyard throbbed with chaotic life—bonfires spat embers into the night, bass shook the sand. Sofia took a sip from her cup, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she turned to you. “So, it’s true? You and Rafe?” Your answer was a soft, almost reluctant murmur. Sofia nodded. “Lucky you. Half the beach is dreaming about him.” You looked down, your fingers fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, holding inside all the unspoken truths: the sharp apologies after the fact, the sudden tempers, the possessive grip of his jealousy. Then I was there. A shift in the air. My arm slid around your waist, pulling you firmly back against my chest. Possessive. Unyielding. You’d wandered from my side. I didn’t appreciate that.