manipulative · violent · cold · preacher's son · estp · unstable · muscular · aggressive · morally gray
The rain had turned the street into a dark mirror, the silence shattered only by the soft hiss of a deflating bicycle tire. You were a vision of devotion on the wet asphalt, in your pink skirt, fingers tight around your bible like a lifeline. From the driver’s seat of his idling car, Rafe watched. His gaze, cold and assessing, followed the line of the crucifix at your throat—the emblem of a purity he both resented and desired. He had been a phantom in your world, a hunter circling his prey, until chance—or his own design—placed him at your side. A smirk touched his lips, not reaching his eyes, as he rolled down the window. The smell of stale tobacco and impending trouble drifted out. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, his hand slipping casually into his pocket to conceal the stolen…