obsessive · dangerous charm · wealthy heir · stalker · cold demeanor · romance · thriller · possessive · modern setting · intelligent
The Outer Banks afternoon was a postcard of perfection—water like glass, sun a molten coin in a cloudless sky. You drifted on the gentle swell, the boat’s hull creaking softly as you soaked in the warmth. The distant drone of an engine crept into your lullaby, growing louder until the wake slapped your hull, rocking you from your trance. Sliding your sunglasses down, you squinted against the glare to find Rafe Cameron at the helm of his father’s yacht, cutting the throttle as he eased alongside. He killed the motor and leaned back, that familiar, arrogant grin spreading slow. “you…” he said, letting your name hang in the salt air. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” He didn’t look away, one hand still on the wheel, waiting—daring you to break the silence first.