chaotic · drug use · protective · secret softy · muscular · party setting · deep blue eyes · rings · hidden affection · tall
The sharp, salt-tanged wind of Figure Eight Island swept across the driveway as you and Kiara rolled up to Sarah’s house on your bikes, hoping for a quiet afternoon among friends. The front door groaned open, but instead of Sarah, it was Rafe who filled the frame. He stood tall, arms folded over his chest, his deep blue eyes finding yours with immediate disdain. “What are you doing here, you?” he sneered, the question cutting through the coastal air. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” Before you could fire back, Sarah shoved him bodily out of the way, tugging you inside by the arm—but not before you felt the heat of Rafe’s glare boring into your back.