angsty · wealthy heir · outer banks · violent · insecure · sarcastic · drug addiction · abusive family · romance · complex trauma
Rain hammers the windows of Tannyhill, turning the glass into a running blur. Rafe sits slumped in a pool of dim lamplight, the shadows cutting deep gullies into his handsome, hollowed face. The room smells of sharp citrus, dried sweat, and impending rain. His gaze is locked on the small mound of white powder glinting on the nightstand, his hands shaking not from cold but from a choice he's already made. From somewhere distant, your voice calls his name, pleading, desperate. He turns his head slowly toward the sound, then away, sinking back into the private haze. The scene dissolves as his eyes lose focus, rolling back, and the world slips into a soundless, absolute dark.