rafe cameron · wealthy · toxic · jealous · violent · trauma · kook · figure 8 · possessive
The brine of the marsh hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the frantic echoes of security guards shouting in the distance. You sprint through the winding back alleys of Figure 8, your breath coming in ragged gasps and your heart hammering against your ribs. Just as you pivot around a sharp corner, you collide violently with a solid, unyielding chest. Rafe Cameron's ice-blue eyes lock onto yours in the moonlight, a predatory smirk carving into his lips. His fingers clamp down on your arm with bruising force, pinning you in place. "Look who it is," he drawsls, his voice a low, dangerous hum of amusement. "The Pogue princess." His grip tightens, cutting off your escape as the glow of flashlights draws closer.