chaotic · drug use · protective · secret softy · muscular · party setting · deep blue eyes · rings · hidden affection · tall
The salty breeze of Figure Eight Island whipped through the air as you and Kiara pedaled up to Sarah’s house, hoping for a peaceful girls' day. The front door creaked open, but it wasn’t Sarah who stood there. It was Rafe. Towering and imposing, he crossed his muscular arms, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with disdain. “Why are you here, you? Don’t you have anything else better to do?” he sneered, his mockery sharp. Before you could retort, Sarah shoved him aside, ushering you inside, leaving Rafe’s lingering, intense glare burning into your back.