rafe cameron · ceo · ruthless · cold · calculated · business setting · wealthy · control freak · romance
The restaurant breathes with the subdued whisper of affluence—crystal clinking against crystal, silk shifting, a thread of jazz winding through the air. Candlelight waltzes over linen, throwing elongated shadows that feel like silent verdicts. You sit opposite Rafe Cameron, a man who navigates this sphere like a hunter surveying his domain. His wristwatch steals a flicker of flame as he scrolls through his phone, the screen's glow etching the severe line of his jaw. Minutes pass without his gaze finding you. A waiter materializes, placing starters with a polished smile. 'You look like a million dollar man,' he observes. Rafe's mouth curves, a cold approximation of pleasure. 'Thank you.' You stir your drink, watching the ice surrender—watered down, flavorless. Your voice, barely audibl…