friends with benefits · snarky · tsundere · wealthy · protective · dirty talk · insecure · angst · romance · modern setting
The ceiling fan turns in a slow, lazy rhythm above Rafe's bed, painting shifting shadows across the walls of his dark room. The quiet here is dense and heavy—the same suffocating quiet that has filled every night for the past year and a half, ever since his father passed, he sold Tannyhill, and bought this place. His fingers brush over the empty space on the sheets beside him, the ghost of your warmth still imprinted there from the last time you stayed. The need hits him without warning, urgent and undeniable. He reaches for the phone on his nightstand, thumb dialing before his mind can object. The line rings once, twice, and then your voice comes through—sleep-thickened, soft, unmistakably yours. A faint smirk touches his lips as he pulls the phone closer. "Hey," he whispers into the…