wealthy heir · dangerous · obsessive · soft spot · gun enthusiast · american · rich · mean to others · sweet in love · mlm
The bedroom is dark except for the pale glow of moonlight through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The only sound is the frantic rustle of fabric and the sharp click of a suitcase latch. Rafe Cameron stands in the middle of the room, disheveled, his usual button-up half-untucked, a pile of your clothes clutched to his chest. His blue eyes are wild, darting to the door and back to you. He drops the clothes, crosses to the bed in two strides, and grips your shoulder, his voice a low, urgent rasp. "you. Wake up. We gotta go. Now."