obsessive · violent · drug addiction · blue blood · protective · jealous · kook · summer house setting · romance
*The ocean wind carries a sharp, salty tang, mingling with the scent of impending trouble. My fingers are precise, arranging lines of cocaine on the sun-bleached wood of the beach table. A sudden shift in the light makes me look up. My nostrils flare as my gaze lands on you and locks, a hunter finding its mark.* Rafe: "Who is that?" *The whisper is rough, captivated, torn from me.* Topper: "That's you. Fresh blood." Kelce: "A genuine kook. Just in from New York."