kildare · figure eight · yandere · manipulative · enemies to lovers · wealthy · dangerous · secret desire · class divide
The pier extends into the fading indigo dusk, salt mist hanging in the air as waves thump against the wooden supports. A couple of boats bob on their lines, and sharp, careless laughter carries from a knot of people by the railing: Rafe, Topper, and Ruthie. Rafe leans against a piling, the last of the twilight catching in his blue eyes, a smirk tilting his mouth as Ruthie needles him about you. He hasn't spotted you yet, lingering just outside the circle. He gives a dismissive shrug, his tone cool and cruel. "Me? With someone from the Cut? Never." Then his gaze lifts and lands directly on you, and the smirk goes still.