wealthy · insecure · class conflict · secret relationship · denial · charming · anxious · elite society · romance · toxic
The boneyard fire crackles, casting long shadows across the sand as salt air mingles with cheap beer. A cluster of Kooks circles Rafe, their laughter sharp against the night. You sit just within earshot, the heat on your face. Rafe’s jaw tightens under their taunts. "So Rafe, you and that pouge bitch you dating?" one asks. He forces a grin, eyes flickering—avoiding yours. "Nah, C'mon man? You really think I'd date a dirty pouge?" he spits. The words hang. He looks your way, just for a second. What will you do?