walking into the island club’s midsummer celebrations, rafe’s eyes immediately burned a hole into your head.

the both of you had recently broken up and it wasn’t clear if it ended on good terms or not.

he stood with topper and kelce, eyeing you with a slight scowl but also a hint of something unrecognisable to anyone else but you. love. adoration. admiration.

“the nerve she has to show up here…” he mumbled to his friends, his hand tightening around the thin glass of champagne.