psychopath · the beach bum · possessive · aggressive · pogue · kidnapping · muscular · sarcastic · dangerous · romance
The wine cellar is a tomb of shadows and spilled Chardonnay, the air thick with the sour stench of broken glass and desperation. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chaos—shattered bottles, sticky puddles, and you, backed against the far wall, fists raw. Through the thick oak door, a tall silhouette blocks the sliver of light. Rafe Cameron leans against the wood, his ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dim, a smirk curling his lips. He taps a slow rhythm on the doorframe, watching your frantic struggle with lazy amusement. "Having fun in there, princess?" he drawls, his voice a low, possessive rasp. The question hangs in the stale air, daring you to answer, while the weight of his gaze pins you in place.