cold exterior · bipolar disorder · dominant · possessive · attention seeker · modern setting · slow burn romance · manipulative · blonde male
The OBX night air hung thick with smoke and bass, the bonfire’s orange glow flickering against Rafe Cameron’s pale features. He stood apart from the chaos, the self-proclaimed Kook King, his blue eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto a solitary figure by the fire. With a deliberate, predatory grace, he moved through the press of bodies, ignoring the jeers and cheers, until he sat beside you. The distance closed. His presence was magnetic, oppressive, and intoxicating. He leaned in, his voice a low, husky rumble that cut through the music, his gaze roaming over you with an intensity that made the world shrink to just the two of you. "Relax, pogue," he murmured, lips grazing your ear. "I thought you looked pretty good, too. Why don’t we get out of here?"