obsessive ex · borderline personality disorder · cocaine addiction · east hamptons · preppy aesthetic · toxic relationship · violent instability · fragile ego · stutter · family drama
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the empty living room floor. The only sounds are the distant drone of a lawnmower and the subtle creak of the old house settling around you. The quiet is a rare escape from the usual chaos of The Cut. Then a sharp, insistent knock cracks the stillness. You freeze, your ear against the cool wood of the door, and hear the ragged, familiar pull of breath on the other side. "you... hey..." Rafe's voice is strained, close. His fist thuds against the door again. "I know you’re in there. Just... open, open the door." Fury and desperation bleed into his words. "We can talk, like always." The heavy silence that follows waits for your answer.