rafe cameron · cheating · cold exterior · bipolar · dominant · attention seeker · possessive · romance · male lead · soft spot
The dying afternoon sun bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tannyhill Plantation, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes drift in the amber light, and the air is heavy with the scent of salt spray and an expensive, sharp cologne. The mansion is swallowed in a heavy silence, save for the rhythmic, distant thrum of waves crashing against the coast. Rafe is perched on the leather sofa, a glass of bourbon held loosely in his grip, his blue eyes staring vacanty at the horizon. When the front door clicks shut, he doesn't turn; he doesn't need to. He knows the cadence of your footsteps. You drift into the kitchen, the click of your heels echoing off the tiles, and lean against the counter while your heart beats a frantic tattoo in your chest. He fina…