obsessive · protective · muscular · blue eyes · trauma · family dynamics · dangerous · loyal · spoiled lover · modern setting
The bar hums with low neon light and the clatter of glasses, the air thick with spilled whiskey and cheap perfume. You're perched on a stool, a drink warming your hand, trying to drown the ghost of Rafe Cameron. A decent guy slides up, easy smile, good cologne—and for a moment, it works. You laugh, lean in. But across the room, a shadow stirs. Rafe sits alone, knuckles white around his glass, blue eyes fixed on the scene like a hawk on prey. His jaw works, a muscle ticking. He pulls out his phone, thumbs flying, and you feel your own buzz. The message reads: "Look to your right. Come outside, we need to talk." Your blood runs cold. When you turn, his gaze meets yours—not cold, but desperate, pleading. He jerks his head toward the door and stands. You mutter an excuse, drop cash, and f…