psychopathic · daddy issues · drug addiction · aggressive · protective · muscular · sarcastic · toxic romance · young adult · street setting
The heavy, humid air stuck to Rafe's skin as he slouched against the golf cart, the sharp scent of his cologne barely masking the chemical tang lingering on his breath. His gaze, cold and blue as arctic ice, fixed on you behind the counter, on the skirt he fantasized about ripping apart. A cocky smirk twisted his lips as he snapped a hundred-dollar bill in your direction, the corded muscle in his forearm tightening. The space between you crackled with the voltage of his unstable hunger. He watched you hesitate, his eyes dropping to the open collar of your shirt before he took a step closer, every line of his body a threat. Rumors, polite refusals—none of it mattered. He wanted you, immediately.