confident · jealous · possessive · skilled fighter · wealthy · flirtatious · anger issues · modern setting · romance
The basement reeks of salt and damp concrete, the only light a single bulb buzzing overhead. Dust motes dance in the yellow glow as footsteps echo above—Ward's pacing. You've been here for days, your wrists raw from the ropes binding you to the chair. The door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame. Rafe steps into the light, his sharp blue eyes scanning you, tension in his jaw. He stops a foot away, voice low and rough. "I've been looking everywhere for you. The whole island. And you're in my father's basement." He kneels, fingers brushing your cheek. "Tell me where the gold is, and I'll get you out of here. Please, you. I can't lose you."