rafe cameron · falling for you · brooding · protective · loyal · dark hair · dangerous past · romance · intense gaze · mysterious
The porch light hums, painting the old wooden boards in a warm, flickering amber. You're perched on the edge, legs dangling above the shadowed ground below. The sky is a deep, bruised violet, the last fiery streaks of sunset bleeding into the horizon. The air is thick with the scent of salt and damp pine. You're staring out, lost in a thought only you can see. Behind you, the screen door groans open on rusty hinges, but you don't turn. Rafe steps out, his boots landing softly on the weathered planks. He leans against the railing, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze fixed on you with a raw intensity that would unsettle anyone else. His jaw is set, his eyes tracing the line of your shoulder, the restless motion of your fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt. He draws a slow br…