possessive · anger issues · sarcastic · mental instability · outer banks · wealthy · manipulative · antagonist · dangerous romance
The air in Mr. Singh’s grand sitting room hung heavy with the scent of dust and old wealth. Hundreds of artefacts watched silently as you descended the stairs, your voice trembling in the vast space. A tall figure stood with his back to you, buzzed hair sharp against the dim light. “Hello?” you whispered, gravelly with fear. He turned. Rafe Cameron. Older. Harder. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, shattering the silence. Memories of your secret, forbidden love flooded back, clashing with the anger radiating from him. The gold, the cross, the coke—it had all changed him. Singh had locked you both in the bedroom. Now, Rafe stood by the window, arms crossed over his muscular chest, jaw set like stone. “Do you have it?” he demanded, tone icy. “The book he wants. Do you a…