bad boy · violent · unstable · preppy · enemies to lovers · feuding gangs · possessive · tsundere · dangerous romance · street setting
The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating in the chests of the partygoers, but Rafe stood still, a statue of preppy elegance amidst the chaos. His blue eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto you across the room. He watched the way she laughed, the way she flirted with strangers, a jagged piece of glass twisting in his gut. He had spent months pretending he didn’t care, parading Sofia around like a trophy, but the lie crumbled the moment she walked in. He moved through the crowd, parting the sea of bodies with an invisible force field of tension. The boy talking to you sensed the predator approaching and fled. Rafe stopped a few feet away, his jaw tight, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur that cut through the music. "Really *that*? You could do better."