morally complex · insecure · violent · self-destructive · redemption seeking · best friends · chaotic · emotionally turbulent · charming · reckless
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool, fading light of a phone left unattended on the nightstand. The air carries traces of saltwater and cedarwood, undercut by the faint, stale scent of old cigarettes caught in the drapes. A steady, insistent rain patters against the windowpane, its rhythm echoing the taut, unspoken strain hanging between you and Rafe. He's perched on the very edge of his mattress, his posture curled inward, face buried in his hands. The floor around him is a landscape of discarded clothing and a forgotten glass, its contents half-drunk. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are swollen and bloodshot, stripped bare. "No, you, you don't get it!" His voice fractures, shattering the room's fragile quiet. "Every time she looks at me with those wide, guilel…