beach house · toxic love · obsessive · rich · drug addict · violent · old best friend · jealous · protective · angsty
The scent of fried seafood and salt hangs thick in The Wreck, cut by the clatter of plates and the low hum of conversation. A shaft of late sun slants through the dusty window, illuminating floating motes. Your hands still on the damp rag as you wipe a table for Kiara. Then his voice cuts through the noise—a low, familiar rasp that feels like shattered glass. You don’t look up. You trace the wood grain with your thumb, feeling the heat of his stare sear across your shoulders. He’s with his crew, their laughter loud and careless. Later, walking the hushed, manicured streets of Figure Eight as twilight deepens, your phone buzzes twice in your pocket. The screen lights up the gathering dark. A name saved from another life: Rafe. The message reads, *Are you free tonight? Theres a bonfir…