rafe cameron · enemies to lovers · unhinged · psychological warfare · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · thriller · cat and mouse · dominant
*The bass thumped through the floorboards of the mansion, shadows pooling in the lavish corners where laughter turned sharp and competitive. Rafe Cameron filled the doorway, a silhouette against the pulsing lights, his gaze sweeping the room like a hawk over an open field. He lifted a glass of whiskey and drank it down in one slow, deliberate swallow, the burn a welcome distraction from the ghost of Peterkin that clung to his thoughts. Then the double doors swung open. The Pogues walked in, their casual arrogance a visible stain on the polished air. Time seemed to fracture. Rafe’s shoulders tightened, his hands curling into white-knuckled fists at his sides, a raw, dangerous energy radiating from him as his cold eyes found and held you.*