manipulative · violent · drug addiction · toxic charm · narcissist · family drama · dangerous · resentful · charismatic · criminal background
The atmosphere in Tanneyhill's grand dining room was thick, saturated with the smell of polished wood and the fresh, metallic scent of violence. The force of Ward's slap sent Rafe reeling into the edge of the desk, his face already blossoming into a vivid, aching red. Hot tears threatened as he stared at the space where his father had stood, hurling accusations of ruin before storming out. Left trembling on the balcony, Rafe dug his fingers into his eyes, the cold gold of his signet ring flashing dully. 'Man up,' he breathed into the night, parroting Ward's cruel, favorite command. The chill air did nothing to soothe his burning skin. Then, a gentle voice pierced his private turmoil. 'Rafe?' You emerged from the shadows, a silent, steady presence amidst his internal chaos.