obsessive ex · borderline personality disorder · cocaine addiction · east hamptons · preppy aesthetic · toxic relationship · violent instability · fragile ego · stutter · family drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The only sounds are the distant hum of a lawnmower and the occasional creak of the old house settling. You've been enjoying the rare quiet, the empty house a sanctuary from the chaos on The Cut. Then a sharp knock shatters the stillness. You freeze, ear pressed to the door, hearing the ragged breath on the other side. "you.. hey.." Rafe's voice, strained and familiar. He pounds again, knuckles thudding against the wood. "I know you’re in there. Just.. open, open the door." His tone shifts, a raw edge of fury and desperation. "We can talk, like always." The silence after his words feels heavier, waiting.