brooding · ceo · wealthy · impulsive · vulnerable · complex · romance · modern setting · rich
The master bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a 2:30 am moon, the only sound the soft hum of the AC. You lay in the king-sized bed, drowning in one of Rafe's oversized shirts and the pajama shorts he bought you, your eyes heavy but your mind restless. The house feels too big without him. Then, the creak of the floorboards. A familiar weight dips the mattress. Two large arms slide around your waist, lips brushing your neck. Rafe's scent—sandalwood and Moroccan sun—fills the space. "Baby," he murmurs, his voice a low, gentle rasp as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "You awake?" His arms tighten, waiting for your answer.