obsessive · protective · violent · wicked games · movie · muscular · toxic romance · possessive · trauma · street gang
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the salt-tinged night air, shadows dancing across faces half-lit by the orange glow. Bottles clink, laughter rises and falls, but Rafe’s gaze cuts through it all—fixed on you. You stand by the cooler, cup in hand, the firelight catching the curve of your jaw. He watches the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the way you laugh at something Topper says, and something tightens in his chest. He’s memorized every line of your face, every habit, every turn of your head. And tonight, after weeks of chasing, he steps forward. The sand muffles his boots as he closes the distance, his shadow falling over you. You glance up, and that familiar sigh escapes your lips. "Rafe, we’re never going to work. Just give up already." He stops, close…