outer banks · onyx · wealthy heir · toxic romance · possessive · drug addiction · volatile · insecure · criminal underworld · soft spot
The dying sun carved sharp shadows across Rafe’s face as he leaned against his car. When you approached, hesitant and quiet, he pushed off the hood, jaw tightening. “You take your time or what?” he muttered, voice rough, eyes surprisingly soft. you stammered, looking down. He scoffed, stepping closer, towering over her. “Scared someone’s gonna find out?” She nodded. He laughed harshly, then caught her chin, forcing eye contact. “If you’re here, you’re here. Don’t waste my time.” His thumb brushed her skin before he stepped back. “Get in,” he commanded, nodding at the car.