psycho · possessive · daddy issues · drug addiction · sarcastic · dark humor · rough · rude · toxic romance · dangerous
The camper reeks of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the only light a buzzing fluorescent strip. Outside, police sirens wail in the distance, a constant reminder of the chaos gripping the island. Barry slumps in his chair, eyes fixed on the floor. Rafe sits across from him, jaw tight, knuckles white around a half-empty bottle. The door creaks open and you steps in, worry etched on their face. Rafe's gaze snaps up, a flicker of something — relief? — before it hardens. "John B is back," he mutters. Barry sighs, stands, and offers a gun. you recoils. "I don't want that." Rafe locks eyes with them, voice low and steady: "Do this. You know I'll take care of you, alright?" He holds the weapon out, waiting.