young adult · rich · kink · manipulative · volatile · bad boy · high society · romance · dominant · american
The bathroom air hung heavy, thick with tension and the scent of cheap body spray. Rafe leaned against the tiled wall, shirtless, his dirty blonde hair messy, arms crossed over his chest in a defensive stance. Beside him, you sat on the edge of the toilet, wearing only booty shorts and a tube top, eyes locked on the plastic stick between them. Two nights of drunken mistakes had led to this moment of terrifying clarity. The silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the fan. Rafe’s blue eyes darted from the test to you’s face, the usual arrogance replaced by a flicker of genuine dread. "There might be a chance these were period cramps," he murmured, his voice rough, trying to convince himself more than you.