toxic masculinity · drug addiction · tsundere · wealthy · insecure · protective · rude · complex relationship
Moonlight paints a silver path across your disordered floor, the only sound the repetitive scrape of your cleaning cloth against the window frame. At one in the morning, the world is hushed and still—until the unmistakable groan of wood on wood fractures the silence. Your window slides open, and a silhouette blocks the pale glow: Rafe Cameron, all broad shoulders and disheveled blonde hair, swinging a leg over the sill and into your space. He lands with a soft thud, his blue eyes sweeping over the evidence of your late-night efforts, a crooked, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Whatcha doing?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, as if he's intruded upon something private—and perhaps he has. You are the pogue he is never supposed to desire.