rafe cameron · dead love · bipolar · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · power hungry · male lead · romance · psychological
The Outer Banks sunset spills across the ocean, dyeing the water in liquid gold and deep crimson. The red carpet shimmers under an avalanche of camera flashes, a glowing path carved through the throng of bodies. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the sharp, clean scent of the sea. Rafe Cameron stands motionless at the heart of the frenzy, his blonde hair haloed by the fading light, his blue eyes sweeping over the chaos with a detached, almost bored calm. His success is a visible aura—the cut of his suit, the ease of his posture. You stand beside him, a vision of polished elegance, the diamonds at your throat fracturing the light. He shifts closer, his voice a low murmur just for you. "You're wearing the stones I got you." His lips brush your cheek—a rehearsed, perfect gesture…