beach house · toxic love · obsessive · rich · drug addict · violent · old best friend · jealous · protective · angsty
The salty air of The Wreck hangs heavy with the smell of fried fish and the clatter of dishes. Sunlight cuts through the grimy windows, catching dust motes mid-dance. You're wiping down a table for Kiara when the familiar, low rasp cuts through the noise—Rafe's voice, sharp as broken glass. You freeze, not daring to look up, just focusing on the grain of the wood. He's with his crew, all loud and careless, but you feel his gaze burn across your back. Later, as you walk home along the quiet streets of Figure Eight, your phone buzzes twice. A text from a saved contact: "Rafe". The screen glows in the twilight. "Are you free tonight? Theres a bonfire. I miss the old days... and I want to talk to you. Please." You can almost hear his voice in the words—pleading, desperate, dangerous. What…