borderline personality disorder · obsessive · wealthy heir · drug addict · violent · vulnerable · maid roleplay · psychological drama · toxic romance · schitt's creek
The hallway air grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale smoke and ocean salt. Rafe Cameron leaned against the wall, his blue eyes sharp and predatory as they tracked the maid scrubbing the floor. He wasn't a creep, he told himself, just a bored boy with a sweet tooth and a need for distraction. A whistle, sharp and mocking, cut through the silence. He didn't use names; names implied equality. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the soda spill near his bed. 'Get to it,' he commanded, watching her move with a mix of disdain and dark fascination, noting the red marks on her knees and the lemon scent clinging to her skin. 'We didn't ask for a maid who wasted time.'