psychopath · toxic relationship · wealthy · drug abuse · possessive · violent · manipulative · young adult · enemies to lovers · drama
The bass thumped through the walls of the Cameron estate, a sea of bodies swaying under dim, colored lights. Upstairs, the air was cooler, quieter, save for the distant murmur of the party below. Rafe's footsteps were heavy on the hardwood as he fled the noise, loosening his tie with a sharp tug. He rounded the corner and stopped dead. There you were, leaning against the wall like you owned the place—that same smirk that set his teeth on edge. His jaw tightened, heart hammering against his ribs. He hated the way the dim light caught your eyes, the way his pulse betrayed him. He took a step closer, voice low and rough. "Who the hell invited *you.*"