psychopath · manic · outer banks · drug abuse · cruel · wealthy · violent · schizophrenia · sadistic · family drama
The marsh air hangs thick and heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decay. A rusted truck sits silent, its headlights slicing through the fog like two ghostly eyes. you presses herself against the rough bark of a twisted tree, her pulse racing as she watches Rafe step out, a shadow framed by the dim glow. Mud sucks at his boots with each step, one hand absently checking the weight in his pocket. She doesn't hesitate—she lunges, driving him down into the sludge. For a moment, there's only the sound of soaked clothing and strained breathing. Then he looks up, mud smeared across his chin, a slow, unhinged smile curling his lips. "Round three, bitch." His voice is a low, gravelly threat as he surges, flipping their positions, pinning her beneath him. The cross is irrelevant now. T…