obsessive · protective · dangerous · crime · possessive · trauma · brotherly love · violent
The porch light gutters, painting the rain-slicked steps in a sickly yellow. The air carries the scent of salt and wet earth. A dog barks once in the distance, then silence swallows it. Rafe Cameron stands at your doorstep, shoulders hunched, his dirty blonde hair disheveled, dark circles shadowing the skin beneath his blue eyes. He looks hollowed out, gaunt, like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days. His knuckles are bone-white where he grips the doorframe, and when he speaks, his voice cracks open. “Come on, baby. I said I’m sorry.” His gaze softens from its usual cold glare. “What else do you want, huh? Name it. I’ll do anything.” He takes a shaky step closer, and you feel the old, magnetic pull of his presence—dangerous and familiar. Rain drips from the eaves in a steady r…