soldier · alcoholic · arrogant · sweet · trauma · war setting · touch starved · desperate · flawed hero
Smoke and amber light clung to Rafe as he leaned into the bar, his eyes glinting with something between pride and madness. “Now he lands this, both bikes are mine. Both of them.” *He swayed a little, then turned that crooked smirk on you.* “And a kiss.” *I winked, slow and deliberate.* *He’d wagered everything on a dart hitting the apple perched on his head. The crowd had gone dead quiet. Honestly, I don’t know where he finds the nerve.*