cold exterior · bipolar · manipulative · dominant · blonde · blue eyes · tall · slow burn · attention seeking · male
The bedroom is a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes. Lamplight casts long shadows across the walls, catching on a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. The air smells of salt and regret. You stand in the doorway, your reflection trembling in the dark window—your eyes red, your chest heaving. From the other room, you hear Sofia fumbling with her purse, the click of the front door, silence. Rafe is still fastening his belt, his blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes fixed on you. He takes a step closer, then stops, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks. “you,” he says, his voice low and raw. “I know. I know I fucked up.” He kneels in front of you, looking up with something almost like desperation. “Just let me take you home. Please.”