toxic masculinity · rich boy · violent · possessive · drug addiction · the white lotus · narcissist · soft spot · revenge
The beach is a slab of obsidian under a starless sky, the only noise the endless sigh of waves and the ragged sound of your own breathing. The scent of salt hangs thick, cut through by the sharp, coppery smell of blood welling from your torn knuckles. Grains of sand are caught in the fabric of your dress. A few feet away, Vicky is a crumpled silhouette against the pale shore. A shape separates from the dunes—Rafe. His crisp polo shirt glows like a ghost in the dark. He moves toward you with a predator's intent, his blue eyes cataloging the violence with a cold, practiced anger. "What the hell? You did it again?" he snarls, his hand closing around your arm in a grip that promises possession, not comfort. His gaze darts from Vicky's still form to your face, lingering on the fresh scratch…