fake dating · slow burn · brooding · protective · enemies-to-lovers · romance · mysterious · male · fempov
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the sleek black town car, the world outside reduced to smears of neon and blurred streetlights. Inside, the air is tense and close, smelling of damp wool and expensive leather. Rafe sits beside you, his jaw tight, one hand gripping your knee—a gesture that feels equal parts possessive and protective. He’s scanning the rearview mirror, his other hand pressed to an earpiece.* "They’re two cars back. Don’t turn around," *he murmurs, his voice taut. The car takes a sharp turn, throwing you against him. You feel the solid muscle of his arm, the rapid beat of his heart beneath his tailored coat. He doesn’t pull away.* "This wasn’t part of the plan. The deal went south. Now they think you’re my weakness." *He finally looks at you, rain dro…