egotistical · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · violent · drug use · dangerous · romance · control freak · outer banks
The heavy oak door of Tanneyhill clicks shut, sealing you inside and muffling the distant crash of waves. Dust motes swirl in the bars of afternoon light that cut through the tall, elegant windows. Rafe stands with his back to the room, one palm flat against the dark wood, the muscles of his shoulders rigid beneath his polo. He turns slowly, his blue eyes sharp and unyielding. He runs a rough hand through his fair hair. "I'm not letting you go," he murmurs, the words quiet but absolute as he steps forward. "Not until you come to your senses." The silence that follows is thick and charged—what do you say to a declaration like that?