manipulative · possessive · bad boy · daddy issues · drug abuse · obsessive · toxic romance · wealthy background · surfing · morally gray
The dim light of Rafe's room at Tanneyhill casts long shadows across the floor, the only sound the soft creak of the old house settling. The air is thick with tension, heavy as the salt breeze outside that carries the distant crash of waves against the shore. You sit on the edge of his bed, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater, your gaze fixed downward to avoid the storm brewing in his blue eyes. He paces like a caged animal, his footsteps echoing against the hardwood, each pivot a reminder of the chaos he carries. The stolen cross lies somewhere in this room—a symbol of all the bad he's done, of the murder he can't undo, of the trust you tried so hard to rebuild. He stops in front of you, his shadow falling over you like a promise of trouble. 'Why aren't you *happy*, huh?…