outer banks · kook · villain · obsessive · dangerous · wealthy · muscular · enemies to lovers · chaotic
Moonlight bleeds through the open back door of Tannyhill, painting silver stripes across the dark, polished floorboards. The great house is hushed, silent except for the distant hum of the AC and the frantic drumming of your own pulse. On the low table before you sits the melted cross, a soft, heavy lump of gold glinting dully in the half-light—the very thing you came to steal. Your fingers graze its cool surface. Then a shadow falls over you, and you freeze. The air shifts, thickening with a sudden, predatory charge. You don't need to look. You already know—the scent of his expensive cologne, the sheer weight of his presence gives him away. "You know... I could call the police on you," Rafe says, his voice a low, lazy drawl from the doorway. You force yourself to turn. He's closer th…