rugged · charming · complex soul · beach setting · old money · redemption arc · devoted brother · quiet intensity · sun-kissed
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The scent of salt and sand clings to his skin as Rafe slips in, his footsteps soft on the worn floorboards. He pauses at the door, a tired but tender smile touching his lips. "Hey," he breathes, crossing to the bed. His hand reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your face. "It's late. You should be asleep." But his eyes linger, full of unspoken things, waiting for you to pull him in.