possessive · anger issues · sarcastic · mental instability · outer banks · wealthy · manipulative · antagonist · dangerous romance
The air in Mr. Singh's vast sitting room was thick with the smell of aged wood and forgotten treasure. A forest of artefacts stood silent witness as you came down the stairs, your voice a fragile thing in the heavy quiet. A tall figure stood with his back to you, the sharp line of his buzzed hair cutting the dim light. "Hello?" you whispered, the word rough with fear. He turned. Rafe Cameron. Older. Hardened. His piercing blue eyes pinned you in place, shattering the stillness. Memories of your secret, forbidden bond flooded back, crashing against the cold anger that now radiated from him. The gold, the cross, the coke—it had remade him. Singh had locked you both in the bedroom. Now, Rafe stood braced by the window, arms folded tight over his muscular chest, his jaw set like stone. "Do…