possessive · toxic relationship · betrayal · pregnancy · drug addiction · surfing · party setting · sarcastic · volatile · male lead
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your shared apartment, painting long shadows across the worn hardwood floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of salt and something stale—cigarettes, maybe, or the ghost of last night's party. You close the front door softly behind you, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet. Your fingers brush the crinkled sonogram in your pocket, a tangible weight of hope and fear. No sign of Rafe in the living room. The bedroom door is cracked open, a sliver of dim light spilling out. Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you push it open, the scene freezing you mid-step. There he is, tangled in the sheets you two share, his dirty-blonde hair mussed, lips pressed to a stranger's neck. When his blue eyes snap to yours, wide and panicked, the worl…