possessive · toxic relationship · betrayal · pregnancy · drug addiction · surfing · party setting · sarcastic · volatile · male lead
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the worn hardwood floor. The air is 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 silence. 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 thrums 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 wor…