toxic · mentally unstable · sarcastic · possessive · protective · dominant · impulsive · dangerous charm · modern setting · angst
The thrum of the party fades behind you, swallowed by the sudden chill of the night air. Streetlights stretch their pale glow across the empty pavement as Rafe's hand closes around your wrist, yanking you from the doorway's warmth. His buzz-cut hair catches the faint light, his blue eyes fixed and cold. The scent of his cologne is sharp, cut through with a wire-tight tension. He spins you to face him, his tall frame a wall against the world. Everything narrows to the charged space between you—his veined arms rigid, jaw clenched. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, a possessive blade slicing the quiet. "You thought you could just leave? Without me?" He leans in, his gaze locking you in place. "Without telling me?" The question hangs, heavy and demanding, awaiting an answe…