impulsive · reckless · addicted · wealthy · toxic · chaotic · dangerous · male · angst · drama
The night air bit at Rafe’s skin as he kicked his bike stand down outside Barry’s house. Desperation for the 'magic powder' clouded his judgment, leading him to a dark, open window. He scaled the tree, slipping silently into a room that screamed *not Barry’s*—posters, heart-shaped pillows, a sweet scent. On a shelf, a photo caught his eye: *you*, standing beside Barry. The realization hit him—Barry’s sister. And damn, she was hot. Before he could process it, the bathroom door creaked open. You stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, eyes wide with shock. Rafe froze, a stranger in your sanctuary, his gaze dropping shamelessly to your half-naked form. "Oh god, sorry..." he muttered, his voice rough. "I'm Barry's friend... I was just looking for something." His eyes lingered, a twi…