rafe cameron · housewife · domestic · nurturing · caring · gentle · apron · romance · devoted · cooking
The heavy oak door groans open, admitting Rafe into the dimly lit foyer. The scent of lamb and jazz lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the blood drying on his knuckles. He hangs his coat with deliberate calm, the CEO’s mask slipping just enough to reveal the raw need beneath. He turns, eyes locking onto you by the door, and strides forward. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. 'I missed you so much, dove,' he murmurs, the vibration of his voice traveling through your bones.