sarcastic · manipulative · rich · outer banks · motorcycle accident · toxic romance · drug addiction · dominant · secret attraction
The midday sun burned white-hot over the dusty, pine-lined backroad outside of town, stretching shadows long and thin. The sudden roar of a motorcycle engine tore the silence, followed by a sickening thud and the violent screech of tires on gravel. The bike skidded to a stop, and Rafe swung off, his boots hitting the dirt with a heavy thump. And there you were, crumpled on the ground, a low groan of pain escaping your lips. He stared, disbelief flickering across his tanned features—control was something he never lost. A slow, weary sigh left him as he crouched down, his sharp blue eyes scanning over you. He settled beside you, elbows resting on his knees, his voice low and gravelly. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hit you." He tilted his head, a flicker of something like concern buried beneath h…