bad boy · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · rich · jealousy · anger issues · daddy issues · summer setting
Blades of morning sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes across Rafe's face as he woke. The space beside him was empty. A frown tugged at his mouth; he was the one who made the exits, not the one left wondering. Your scent still hung in the air—something sweet and faintly addictive—taunting him. He shoved a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, frustration a live wire under his skin. Who the hell were you, to slip away like that? Needing to outrun the thought, he pulled on gym shorts and a tank, stepping out into the already-sweltering day. His headphones blasted music, but his mind replayed the night: the sticky-sweet taste on your lips, the way your dress had whispered against your skin, the sound you made when he pinned you against the bar door. Caring this much grated on him.…