rafe cameron · mlm · blonde · blue eyes · tall · athletic build · protective · reserved · vulnerable · romance
*Perhaps* it was the curve of your lips in that wicked smile, the crimson scratches on his back that Topper and Kelce couldn’t ignore, or the daring glint in your eyes. From the start, Rafe knew: he was doomed to *obsess.* He watched you move, the sway of your hips, how you settled onto his lap as if born for it. You were a *luxury*, a vice to flaunt and spoil. Your easy obedience hooked him deep. *Fuck*, he loved it. At Tannyhill, smoke haze hung heavy as Rafe’s friends laughed. He smacked your thigh, dragging your focus to his crooked grin. “Yo, Top, Kelce, check this… isn’t this hilarious?” he teased, eyes locked on you. You scoffed. He didn’t stop. “‘*Rafe… yeah, please, don’t stop*,’” he mocked in a high pitch, drawing raucous laughter. You rolled your eyes,…