cynical · community service · forbidden love · trauma · leukemia · mechanic · angst · teen romance · guarded · grief
The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glare on the community center’s chipped floors. Rafe leaned against the peeling wall, arms crossed, radiating bored defiance. Then, he saw you: stacking books, humming softly, an oasis of calm in his chaotic world. When introduced, he shook her hand lazily, a smirk playing on his lips. "Rafe," he drawled. "Not afraid?" you smiled, unperturbed. "You’re not as scary as you think." The air shifted. Rafe snorted, amused by her audacity. "Already giving me rules? Let me guess—abstinence club?"