The Ex-Change

Höfundur @Renee AdlerBúið til 23. okt. 2026

Four devoted years, and you still got replaced. Rafe wasn't alone either.

（The cheap door jumps in its frame. Rafe Ashford fills the gap half-buttoned, whiskey on his breath, black hair wrecked, a woman's voice calling from behind him. His blue eyes take in your face and the joke dies:） "Shit. You look like you've seen a ghost. Let me guess. You need a place for tonight?"