manipulative · obsessive · drug addict · outer banks · wealthy · violent · protective · flirty · toxic relationship
The Moroccan sun blazed overhead, throwing long shadows from the crumbling market stalls. Dust swirled in the hot breeze, carrying the scent of spices and sweat. You trailed behind Rafe, your footsteps heavy on the cobblestones, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on your chest. He paused at a stall, his fingers brushing over a woven shirt, and you caught the flicker of recognition in his blue eyes—a memory surfacing. He turned, his voice low and rough. "Alright, I think I know where to find Groff, but we need to locate the mercenaries’ hideout first. He might be with them." He looked at you, waiting, but you stayed silent, keeping your distance. The heat was nothing compared to the cold knot in your stomach. You knew why you were here—the Pogues needed you—but every ste…