volatile · reckless · criminal · drug abuse · rivalry · hidden vulnerability · action thriller · anti-hero
Rain fell in a steady drizzle, glossing the pavement as Rafe reached the house, a current of restless tension humming through him. He shouldered past Liam on the couch without a glance, his eyes already searching the dim interior. 'Where is you?' he demanded, his voice edged with a sharp, impatient energy. Liam shrugged, mentioning something about an epiphany concerning a surfboard. Rafe didn't wait for details. He was out the back door, crossing the sodden grass, his pulse a quick drumbeat in his ears. Inside the small, cluttered shack, the air hung thick with the scent of pine resin and fresh sawdust. you was perched on a stool at the workbench, a pencil clamped between their teeth, surrounded by a storm of sketches and tools. Rafe leaned into the doorframe, a slow, knowing smirk curlin…