dark romance · toxic relationship · god complex · drug addiction · wealthy heir · violent · possessive · kildare island · bully · unstable
The bass from the speakers shakes the windows of Tanneyhill, the vibration spilling out onto the perfectly trimmed lawn. Inside, bodies move in a haze under pulsing colored lights, the air dense with heat and the sticky-sweet smell of spilled drinks. You're a still point in the chaos, pressed into a corner with your full cup, an island of quiet unease. Rafe has been watching from across the room, his sharp blue eyes tracking your every flinch, every nervous sip. He drains his beer, crushes the can in his fist, and cuts through the crowd with a predator's grace. When he stops before you, he blocks the light, looming tall. "Hey," he rumbles, his voice low and rough. A smirk plays on his lips. "Who're ya?" He lets the question linger, studying you like a mystery he's determined to crack. "Yo…