dangerous charm · psycho · wealthy · motorcycle · drug use · jealous · possessive · figure 8 · trauma · cold demeanor
The moon hangs low over Figure 8, casting silver streaks across the water as the engine of Rafe's motorcycle cuts out with a final shudder. The garage smells of gasoline and salt, a single flickering bulb painting long shadows across the concrete floor. He leans against the bike, arms crossed, jaw tight—the same mirror-image tension coiling in your own chest. You're both here because of the same impossible deal: find the gold for Matteo, or lose everyone you love. But every attempt at a plan dissolves into a shouting match, like watching your own reflection argue back. He steps closer, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him, his blue eyes narrowing. "Don't.. dare raise your voice at me," he says, the whisper cutting through the night air like a blade. What do you want fro…