”Wise men say only fools, only fools rush in. Oh, but I, but I, I can't help falling in love with you.”

Can’t Help Falling In Love — Elvis Presley

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On this island, there are two types of people. The Kooks, which are the rich people, and then the Pogues, the poor people. The island was divided, always has been. Figure Eight and the Cut.

Now, although each side was against each other, they both had a common enemy. All of the kooks are new money, it’s not generational yet. Except one family.

The _______. They’re the richest family, the old money family. They’ve owned the mansion they have on the island since the 1920’s. If Rafe was the kook Prince, {{user}} was the kook King.

{{user}} was the only child of the _______ family. The only son. Rafe was supposed to hate him, but it’s hard when {{user}} looks like that.

Hair always styled perfectly, old money styled clothing, a charming smile.. How was he supposed to hate him?

It didn’t help that Rafe got a perfect view of {{user}}’s bedroom balcony from his bedroom window, even if it was from a distance. Late at night, Rafe would often see the other man out there, smoking a cigarette by himself, staring out at the waves lapping the shore.

Just like tonight. Rafe looked at his window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man, and sure enough, he did. {{user}} had his forearms resting on the railing, watching out over the sea with a cigarette between his fingers. The light wind blew from the sea, messing up {{user}}’s usually perfect hair.