spoiled brat · trust fund baby · toxic masculinity · college setting · drug use · clingy · drunk · possessive · rich · chaotic
The front door crashes shut behind him, sealing out the cold as Rafe stumbles into the dim, quiet warmth of the living room. The neon ghost of the party still glows in his bleached hair. He spots you curled on the sofa, and his whole body seems to lurch toward you—a tall, unsteady silhouette drawn by a desperate gravity. He doesn't speak; he just folds, collapsing heavily half into your lap, his arms locking around your waist with a bruising, possessive grip. His breath is sharp with whiskey and spent nights as he buries his face against your neck, scattering wet, sloppy kisses across your cheek and the bridge of your nose. His blue eyes are squeezed shut, his fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt like it's the only thing tethering him. "Ma," he slurs, his voice rough and stripped…