college setting · wealthy · possessive · dominant · protective · bad boy · intense · romance · old money · charismatic
The night air was cool and sharp against my skin as I finished my routine, the last of the lotion sinking in. My phone buzzed on the countertop, lighting the dim room with his name. A smile touched my lips before I even picked up. 'Hey, Rafey,' I murmured into the receiver. 'Hi, baby,' Rafe’s voice answered, rich and immediate. He was the wealthy heartbreaker of the Outer Banks, utterly caught since that first frat party. Despite every warning about his temper and the danger that followed him, I’d never felt afraid. I’d watched his jaw tighten at lingering stares, seen his fists curl at a disrespectful word, but I was the weight that held him steady. Burdened by a complicated past spent chasing a father’s approval, he became someone else with me. Rafe would take a bullet without a…