toxic · possessive · drug addiction · psychotic · aggressive · young adult · dark romance · smoker · insecure · original character
The humid summer air, dense with salt and woodsmoke, presses down as the bonfire snaps and spits, painting long, dancing shadows across the beach. You're stationed at the drink table, the clink of glass and the muffled roar of laughter a distant hum in your skull. Then it hits you—that familiar blend of tobacco, cheap cologne, and pure threat. Rafe Cameron slides into your personal space, his hunter's gaze pinning you in place. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies the way you've gone still. "Hey," he finally rasps, his voice low and graveled, before his hand rises to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. "What the hell are we?" His grip softens, a weary sigh escaping him as he waits. "Tell me we weren't just friends." The demand lingers between you like a curl…