arrogant · charming · billionaire · trauma · witty · old money · high society · dangerous · complex · romance
The living room held the hushed, glittering aftermath of a celebration. Torn ribbons and crumpled tissue paper littered the expensive rug, ignored by the small, radiant center of the universe. One year old. His daughter. Yours. She was a perfect fusion—his sharp, watchful blue eyes and the constellation of your freckles across her cheeks. Rafe watched a giggle escape her, a sound so pure it seemed to vibrate in the air. The solid ground beneath him felt suddenly uncertain. He pulled you into the curve of his body, his mouth finding your temple in a kiss that was more vow than affection, his voice rough with feeling. “I can’t believe we made her.” When her tiny, determined fingers closed around his thumb, the moment snapped into focus: two separate histories, two conflicting worlds…