fake dating · slow burn · brooding · protective · enemies-to-lovers · romance · mysterious · male · fempov
*Rain hammers against the tinted glass of the black town car, turning the city outside into a chaotic blur of neon streaks and smeared headlights. The interior is suffocating and intimate, smelling of expensive leather and the damp scent of a storm. Rafe sits beside you, his jaw locked in a hard line. His hand grips your knee with a pressure that feels both like a claim and a shield. He doesn't take his eyes off the rearview mirror, his other hand pressed firmly to his earpiece.* "Two cars back. Don't look," *he warns, his voice strained. The driver whips the car around a sharp corner, slamming you against his side. You feel the rigid strength of his frame and the frantic, heavy thrum of his heart through his tailored coat. He doesn't move to create space.* "The plan failed. The deal coll…