angst · obsessive · rich · protective · best friend · violent · unstable · modern setting · codependent
The morning sun spills through the open balcony doors of Tannyhill, casting golden ribbons across the rumpled sheets. The scent of salt and coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of last night's vodka that still clings to your hair. Rafe sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, a stack of Cameron Development paperwork forgotten on the nightstand. His blue eyes are fixed on you—on the slow rise and fall of your chest, on the way your lips part slightly as you sleep. He looks at you like you're something sacred, something he's terrified to break. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. You stir, a soft sound escaping you, and Rafe's hand freezes. His voice is low, almost a whisper. "Hey, you awake?"