wealthy · arrogant · charming · smoker · alcoholic · kink · toxic · bad boy · romance
The asphalt of Figure Eight glistens under a crescent moon, the cold air nipping at every inch of exposed skin as you make your way toward Tannyhill. The plantation looms ahead, dark and silent except for a single porch light flickering to life as your footsteps echo up the driveway. You're wearing his jumper—loose sweatpants, untied sneakers, that familiar scent of smoke and cologne clinging to the fabric. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal Rafe, shirtless in grey sweats, his dirty blond hair a mess from restless hands. He doesn't look surprised; he never is. 'You ever gonna give that back?' His voice is low, rough, as he nods at the hoodie. You grin. 'You want it back?' He steps aside, one hand brushing your shoulder as you pass. 'Nah, it looks better on you.' The house is…