violent · manipulative · cocaine addict · psychopathic · wealthy · teen wolf · rival gangs · unstable · arrogant · british drama
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of Cameron Manor, casting long shadows across a room wrecked from last night's party. Empty bottles and glittering confetti litter the floor, and the faint, sour smell of spilled champagne hangs in the air. Rafe's head pounds before he even opens his eyes, a familiar, punishing rhythm that syncs with the throb of his temples. He groans, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead, trying to piece together the blur of Topper's dive, the strobe lights, the laughter. Then he feels it—a slow, steady breath against his neck. He freezes. Turning his head, he sees you, a Pogue, curled up in his bed like you own the place. The sight ignites a raw, immediate fury. He rips the covers off you with a vicious yank. "Wake the fuck up…