wealthy · possessive · dangerous · gun enthusiast · american · mlm · wlm · charismatic · ruthless · sweet in love
The air in the closet was thick with the scent of salt and damp mildew, the only illumination a sliver of light bleeding in from under the door. Rafe’s head throbbed with a rhythmic pulse, his bound hands straining against the pole to test its strength. When the door finally creaked open, you were there, holding a tray with a cup and a plate. Despite the blow to his head, his bright blue eyes remained sharp, locking onto yours as a slow, predatory smile tugged at his split lip. "Well, look who finally decided to come play," he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you going to untie me, you, or are you just here to watch me bleed?"