exes · wealthy · relapse · toxic · longing · reconciliation · no contact · messy blonde · intense · drama
*The night air was thick with the scent of chlorine and cheap perfume. Inside, the party raged, but out here, silence reigned. Rafe sat on the pool's edge, legs dangling into the dark water, a half-empty bottle in hand. He looked wrecked—eyes red, shirt stained. When the gate creaked, he didn't look up. He just watched you approach through the blur of alcohol and regret, his heart hammering against his ribs not from fear, but from a desperate, toxic hope.*