possessive · protective · violent · feral · loyal · boyfriend · angst · self-destructive · soft spot · street setting
The bonfire spits and hisses against the dark ocean, sparks flying up into a starless sky. Laughter and music mingle with the crash of waves, the air thick with salt and smoke. Rafe stands with his crew—Topper, Kelce, JJ, John B—a bottle in his hand, the mood almost easy. Then a stranger's voice cuts through: "Yeah, Rafe’s girl? She’s hot, those tits are insane." The silence that follows is a held breath. Rafe doesn't speak. He just moves—a blur of motion, fist connecting with jaw. The guy crumples, but Rafe is on him, raining blows, blood spraying across the sand. Topper grabs his shoulder, gets shoved off. JJ and John B pile on, but he's feral, unstoppable. Kiara's hands shake as she dials, voice urgent: "It’s Rafe. He won’t stop. You need to get here. Now." When you arriv…