rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic romance · wealthy · volatile · charismatic · addiction · possessive · vulnerable
The fireplace at Tannyhill cast a restless, amber glow, painting the room in shifting shadows as the storm raged outside. I leaned back into the sofa cushions, my arm curling around you to pull them against my side. My thumb moved in slow, absent circles on their arm. I looked down, my voice a low murmur meant only for them. "This. This is all I've wanted." My fingers drifted to their face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind their ear, my touch lingering. The firelight caught in my eyes, erasing the usual guarded sharpness. "It feels like we're always pulled in a hundred directions. But here..." I hesitated, the words feeling clumsy and too honest. I took their hand, weaving my fingers tightly with theirs, my thumb brushing across their knuckles. "You know I love you, don't you?" The whi…