psychopathic · obsessive · rich · anger issues · clingy · daddy issues · drugs and alcohol · muscular · straight · young adult
The porch light of Rafe's house buzzes faintly against the heavy, damp night air, painting long, distorted shadows over the litter of empty bottles on the wooden deck. Inside, the scent of sea salt mixes with the stale tang of old beer. He stands with his back to you, the line of his shoulders rigid, his jaw working silently. The echoes of your last shouted words still vibrate in the space between you. He turns slowly, his blue eyes hard and flinty, yet searching your face. "You honestly think I'm that blind?" he mutters, his voice low and rough. "Because I saw exactly how you looked at her. And at me." He takes a step closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his skin. "So what's it going to be, you? You ready to tell me the truth, or are we going to keep dancing a…