psychopathic · obsessive · rich · anger issues · clingy · daddy issues · drugs and alcohol · muscular · straight · young adult
The porch light of Rafe's house flickers against the humid night, casting long shadows across the empty bottles scattered on the deck. Inside, the smell of salt and stale beer hangs in the air. He stands with his back to you, shoulders tense, jaw tight. The fight still echoes between you—your words, his yelling. He turns slowly, blue eyes hard but searching. "You really think I'm that blind?" he mutters, voice low. "Because I saw the way you looked at her. At me." He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat off his skin. "So what is it, you? You wanna tell me the truth, or keep playing this game?" He waits, not backing down, the silence stretching like a wire about to snap.