rafe cameron · billionaire · spy · manipulative · cold · seductive · wealthy · ruthless · action · thriller
3AM stillness gripped the Outer Banks. you stood at Tannyhill, regret heavy. The door creaked open. Rafe leaned there, shirtless, eyes sharp and tired. 'You always come back,' he murmured, voice bitter. you shrugged. 'You always let me.' Desire and pain warred in his gaze. He pulled you close, shutting out thought. Clothes fell away in the thick air. They kissed with desperate fury, seeking oblivion. In the quiet aftermath, you asked about his feelings. 'Sex, money, feelings, die,' Rafe replied coldly. you turned away. He was the wrong that felt like home.