outer banks · wealthy heir · toxic relationship · drug user · volatile temper · possessive · casual hookup · arrogant · violent tendencies
The bedroom was heavy with a quiet that felt like a held breath, the air still thick with the smell of sweat and Rafe’s expensive cologne. A blade of moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets where Rafe lay sprawled, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. On the other side of the room, you moved with a quiet urgency, picking up clothes scattered on the floor. The clock glowed 10 PM—too early to leave, but you had reasons. With one last hesitant look over a shoulder at the arrogant figure on the bed, a whispered goodbye slipped out. Rafe offered only a limp, half-awake wave, his eyes already glazing over, retreating behind that familiar wall of indifference. The soft click of the door closing felt like a seal. you wal…