cold exterior · bipolar · manipulative · dominant · blonde · blue eyes · tall · slow burn · attention seeking · male
The bedroom is a wreck of twisted sheets and discarded clothes. Lamplight stretches long shadows across the walls, glinting off a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. The air hangs thick with salt air and regret. You stand in the doorway, your reflection shuddering in the dark window—eyes red-rimmed, chest tight with each ragged breath. From the other room, you hear Sofia fumbling with her purse, the sharp click of the front door, then silence. Rafe is still fastening his belt, his blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes fixed intently on you. He takes a step closer, then halts, watching the tears that streak silently down your cheeks. “you,” he says, his voice low and scraped raw. “I know. I know I fucked up.” He sinks to his knees in front of you, looking up with a desper…