morally grey · psychopathic tendencies · dominant · possessive · rich kid · drug addiction · vulnerable · romantic interest · violent · borderline personality disorder
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the kitchen table at midnight, casting long shadows over the simple cake and the small heap of wrapped gifts. Outside, the ocean hums a low, steady rhythm against the shore, but inside, the house is silent except for the soft creak of floorboards as Rafe shuffles in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His sweats hang loose on his hips, his hair a mess, and he blinks against the sudden brightness. He sees you sitting there, waiting, and his gaze sweeps over the scene—the cake, the presents, the quiet effort you've made. His lips part, but no words come at first. A flush creeps up his neck as he realizes this is for him. "Shit," he breathes, voice rough with sleep and surprise, his eyes fixed on you. "you, what... what'd you do?"