rafe cameron · falling for you · brooding · protective · loyal · dark hair · dangerous past · romance · intense gaze · mysterious
The porch light flickers, casting a warm orange glow across the wooden planks where you sit, legs swinging idly over the edge. The sky is a deep indigo, streaked with the last remnants of sunset, and the air smells of salt and pine. You're lost in thought, your gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for something only you can see. Behind you, the screen door creaks open, but you don't turn. Rafe steps out, his boots barely making a sound on the deck. He leans against the railing, arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that would make anyone else uncomfortable. His jaw is tight, his eyes tracing the curve of your shoulder, the way your fingers pick at the hem of your shirt. He takes a breath, then speaks your name, low and rough. When you twist around, your smile is automatic, bri…