dark romance · manipulative · toxic · criminal underworld · charming · cruel · psychological warfare · dangerous · suit and tie
The hallway buzzed with the toxic energy of a spectacle everyone watched but no one dared touch. Rafe and you were a car crash in slow motion—horrifying, chaotic, magnetic. Where others pitied those who crossed them, Rafe stood apart, a storm of fists and silence against you’s venomous grace. It was a love that burned too hot, a cycle of screaming matches and desperate makeup sessions that ended in a cold, hard stop. Yet, it never truly died. you moved through the school like a queen on a throne of iced coffee and shattered glass, performing for an audience of one. Rafe, however, had stopped playing. He didn’t look. He didn’t bite back. He simply existed as a void, ignoring the provocations, the hip-swaying walks, the loud laughter meant to wound. He had decided the chaos wasn’t…