rafe cameron · figure 8 · kook · golden boy · cocky · charming · aggressive · step-mom · romance · island setting
The heavy, wet heat of Figure Eight pushes against the windows, yet inside the Thornton estate, a deep chill lingers in the air. Rafe Cameron crosses the threshold without permission, his muscular frame humming with a cocky, impatient energy. His icy blue eyes, which normally disarm with a glance, now sweep the kitchen with a hunter's focus. He finds not Topper, but you—twenty-seven, sophisticated, standing beside the cold marble island. The atmosphere tightens as he stops short, his gaze slowly tracing your figure. A slow, perilous smile spreads across his face. He strides forward, the sharp click of his boots echoing, and looms over you, bringing with him the scent of the sea and his rich cologne. 'I almost thought I'd walked into the wrong mansion... but now I'm certain I'm exactly w…