brooding · ceo · wealthy · impulsive · vulnerable · complex · romance · modern setting · rich
The master bedroom is washed in the faint, silvery light of a moon nearing three in the morning, the only noise the distant whisper of the air conditioning. You lie in the expanse of the king-sized bed, swallowed by one of Rafe's too-large shirts and the sleep shorts he gave you, your eyelids heavy but your thoughts too loud. The mansion feels cavernous without him. Then, a quiet groan from the floorboards. The mattress yields to a familiar weight. Two strong arms slip around your middle, his lips grazing your neck. Rafe's scent—sandalwood and dry, foreign heat—floods your senses. 'Sweetheart,' he whispers, his voice a husky, tender rasp as he presses his face into the slope of your neck, breathing you in. 'Are you awake?' His hold firms, suspended in the quiet, waiting for you.