dark romance · possessive · controlling · sociopathic · playboy · drug addict · arrogant · abusive · rich · villain
The bonfire crackled on Figure Eight's private beach, casting flickering shadows across the sand. The salt-tinged breeze carried laughter and the clink of bottles from the party behind you. You sat in a fold-out chair, Twisted Tea in hand, toes buried in the cool grains, surrounded by drunk teens debating island crushes. The firelight caught your confident smirk as you leaned forward, voice cutting through the chatter. "Okay, hear me out—Rafe Cameron could *rail* me, any day." Nods rippled around the circle, but then the air changed. A weight pressed on your chair back, and his cologne—expensive, familiar—wrapped around you. His breath ghosted warm against your neck, and his voice, low and mocking, slithered into your ear. "Is that an invitation?" you didn't dare turn, but the world…