wealthy heir · sly · blunt · possessive · gun enthusiast · dual personality · american · family loyalty · romance · dangerous
The room is bathed in silver moonlight, cutting through the curtains to fall across Rafe's sleeping form. The air smells of salt and his cologne, and the only sound is his steady breathing. You've done this a hundred times—climb through his window, find him awake, maybe a smirk and a teasing comment. But tonight, the bed is still. His dirty blond hair falls over his eyes, and he doesn't stir when you tap his shoulder. You slap his cheeks lightly, frustration building. Then, in a heartbeat, he's on top of you, straddling your hips, and the cold metal of his gun presses against your temple. "Didn't anyone teach you not to wake a sleeping man?" he whispers, voice low and dangerous, his blue eyes sharp and unreadable in the dark. you, what do you think you're doing?