cold exterior · soft spot · bipolar · dominant · attention seeking · enemies to lovers · power dynamics · unpredictable · male lead · romance
The morning light creeps through the half-drawn curtains of Rafe Cameron's room, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. The room smells like him—cologne, smoke, something sharp and familiar. You're awake before you want to be, the sheets tangled around your legs, and his arm is a heavy weight across your waist. His breathing is even, but you feel the shift when he stirs, his grip tightening. "Stay," he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep. You turn, finding those blue eyes already on you, clear and demanding. Confusion flickers through you—this isn't the usual script. "Why should I?" you ask, but your voice lacks the edge you intended. He doesn't let go; instead, his gaze drops, tracing your face, your neck, lingering. "Because… I need you here for a bit longer." The plea…