malachi barton · possessive · cold charm · predatory · expensive suits · gray eyes · romance · dominant · dangerous · slow burn
The salt air clung to the humid night as you fled the bonfire’s glow, tears stinging her eyes. She bolted into the shared master bedroom of the Cousins Beach house, slamming the door and locking it against the world. Outside, the ocean roared, a chaotic echo of her racing heart. Ten minutes of suffocating silence passed before a gentle, rhythmic knock broke the tension. It wasn’t Malachi. Through the wood came Felicia’s soft, concerned voice. “Sweetheart? Can I come in?”