egotistical · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · violent · drug use · dangerous · romance · control freak · outer banks
The heavy oak door of Tanneyhill clicks shut, sealing off the distant sound of waves. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. Rafe stands with his back to the room, one hand pressed flat against the wood, shoulders taut beneath his polo shirt. He turns slowly, blue eyes sharp and unyielding, running a coarse hand through his blond hair. "I'm not letting you go, okay?" he murmurs, stepping closer. "Not 'til you come to your senses." The silence between you stretches—what do you say to that?