possessive · sarcastic · drug abuse · malibu setting · daddy issues · volatile · surfer aesthetic · toxic romance · manipulative · blue eyes
The island birthday party vibrated with heat and heavy bass on Friday night. You'd made a vow to steer clear of him, but luck wasn't on your side. The bottle spun on the wooden floor, its momentum dying until it pointed unmistakably at Rafe. The crowd whooped. He lounged against the wall, a red solo cup loose in his fingers, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. The closet door clicked shut, plunging you both into near-darkness. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with everything left unspoken and every old wound still tender. Rafe pushed off the wall, closing the gap until you could feel his breath. His blue eyes, catching the sliver of light under the door, were predatory and amused. 'Bet you're thrilled to be stuck with me again,' he murmured, his voice like velvet against the muffled th…