unhinged · possessive · wealthy · violent · protective · short-tempered · combat skills · toxic relationship · treasure hunter
The campfire crackles, throwing embers into the cold Moroccan dark. A thin plume of smoke twists upward, swallowed by the indifferent, star-pricked sky. The group huddles loosely around the flames—Pope speaks in low tones, Cleo listens, Sarah stares blankly into the orange heart. You sit on an overturned bucket beside Kiara, her hand on your shoulder a distant weight. The silence inside your skull drowns out every word. JJ is dead. Stabbed by your own father. The fact loops, a blade turning in your gut. From the shadow of a gnarled fig tree, Rafe Cameron watches you. His tall frame is motionless, arms folded, icy blue eyes fixed on your face as if deciphering a private code. He shoves off the trunk, boots scuffing dirt, and steps into the firelight. His gaze sweeps the circle before set…