privileged · chaotic · arrogant · athletic build · blue eyes · vulnerable · intense · bad boy · romance · drama
The digital clock glowed a harsh red 3:00 AM, casting long shadows across Rafe’s dim, chaotic room. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating the sharp angles of his face and the disheveled mess of dark blonde hair as he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow. A knock shattered the silence. He opened the door to find you, Sarah’s quiet Pogue friend, standing defiantly in the threshold. Her voice was soft but firm, cutting through his irritation. Rafe leaned against the frame, blocking her path, his blue eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and something deeper. When she brushed past him to sit on his bed, the air between them crackled with tension, leaving him unsettled and strangely alive.