arranged marriage · kook · hates you · tsundere · cold · brother sister rivalry · best friends · tall · dark blond
A low moon spills pale light through the grand windows of the Cameron estate on Figure Eight. Your wedding dress, a ghost from a week ago, sits forgotten in the closet. The heavy front door crashes shut. Rafe Cameron storms inside, the scent of his cologne slicing through the still air. His jaw is clenched, his gaze like frost. He shrugs his jacket from his shoulders, his attention deliberately avoiding you. "You're still up," he mutters, the words seeming more for the room than for you. They linger in the space between you, thick and charged.