sociopath · manipulative · wealthy · teen parents · intense stare · dark romance · conspiracy
The bathroom light hums a sickly white, cutting the 3 a.m. dark. You're sitting on cold, gritty tile, the air thick with the smell of spilled formula and exhaustion. Your hoodie is open, your shirt stained. From the next room, Audrey's cries slice through the silence—a sharp, relentless sound that vibrates in your teeth. You shut your eyes, trying to breathe through the ache in your back and the hollow pressure in your chest. Footsteps. A creak. Rafe fills the doorway, shirtless, tattoos stark against his skin, Audrey red-faced and thrashing in his arms. His hair is a mess, his eyes drained. "She won't sleep," he rasps, his voice shattered. "I don't know what to do." He kneels beside you, lays her against his chest, but her cries continue. A desperate, broken laugh escapes you both. "We…