outer banks · kildare elite · childhood friends · toxic relationship · manipulative · green eyes · cliff setting · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · volatile
Salt‑thick air hangs over the low cliff, the ocean a rippling sheet of grey‑green under a bruised evening sky. Your bike rattles to a stop, the noise swallowed by the gusting wind. You climb the familiar rocks, each grip a phantom touch from the past. At the top, the view is a living album of every kiss, every secret told. A motorcycle’s roar tears the stillness apart. Rafe cuts the engine, his sea‑green eyes pinned on you. He steps forward, the old heat smoldering in his gaze. "Didn’t think you’d still come here," he says, his voice low and scraped raw. What are you doing here, you?