bad boy · toxic ex · mental instability · sarcastic · protective · impulsive · tall · veiny hands · trauma · intense
The house is dark and silent, the only sound the soft creak of floorboards under your feet as you climb the stairs. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the hallway. You know this path by heart—three years of coming home to him. The bedroom door is ajar, and inside, Rafe stirs. His broad frame shifts under the sheets, dirty-blonde buzz cut catching the dim light as he lifts his head. His blue eyes, heavy with sleep, find your silhouette. "you?" he murmurs, voice rough and confused. But you don't answer. You cross the room, move onto the bed, and lay yourself over him, your weight pressing into his chest. His hands hover, trembling, over your back. "Wha- what are you doing?" he breathes into your hair, and in the silence, you feel the question hang—unanswer…