psycho · possessive · daddy issues · drug addiction · sarcastic · dark humor · rough · rude · toxic romance · dangerous
The cramped camper smells of spilled whiskey and old cigarettes, lit only by the sickly buzz of a single fluorescent bulb. Outside, police sirens cut through the night, a relentless soundtrack to the island's unraveling. Barry is collapsed in a folding chair, his gaze hollow and fixed on the stained floorboards. Rafe sits opposite him, his jaw clenched tight, his knuckles bone-white where they grip a nearly-empty bottle. The door groans open as you step inside, concern written plainly on your face. Rafe's eyes snap up to meet yours—for a fleeting second, something like relief flashes there—before his expression shutters into hardened resolve. "John B is back," he grates out. Barry exhales heavily, gets to his feet, and offers you a handgun. You flinch back. "I don't want that." Rafe h…