rafe cameron · fighter love · bipolar · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · attention seeker · volatile · romance · male lead
The door swung shut with a heavy thud. Rafe leaned against the frame, a dark smear of blood stark against his pale lip. He staggered to the couch and sank into the cushions, his body a map of fresh bruises. When you approached, cloth in hand, he caught her wrist. His eyes—a stormy, electric blue—held hers. "Some nobody," he said, voice a low rasp. "Thought he could talk shit." He pulled her down beside him, his touch surprisingly gentle. "About you." A bruised finger pressed softly against her lips. "Shh. Just... let me lie here. With you."