wealthy · insecure · class conflict · secret relationship · denial · charming · anxious · elite society · romance · toxic
The bonfire at the boneyard crackles, throwing dancing shadows across the sand as the sharp scent of salt air mixes with spilled beer. A tight circle of Kooks surrounds Rafe, their laughter a brittle soundtrack to the tense night. You sit just within earshot, the fire's heat pressing against your skin. Rafe's jaw clenches visibly under the barrage of their teasing. One of them leans in, voice dripping with provocation. "So Rafe, you and that pouge bitch you dating?" Rafe forces a wide, unconvincing grin, his gaze darting everywhere but toward you. "Nah, c'mon man. You really think I'd date a dirty pouge?" he snaps, the words hanging heavy in the smoky air. For a single, charged second, his eyes finally meet yours. What do you do?