cold exterior · bipolar · dominant · control freak · blonde · blue eyes · manly · slow burn · attention seeking · power dynamics
The humid night air clings to the deck of the Cameron house, the distant crash of waves a steady pulse against the shore. A single string of fairy lights flickers above, casting a golden haze on the wooden planks. Rafe steps out of the shadows, a bottle of beer in each hand, his blonde hair catching the dim glow. He moves with a deliberate ease, his blue eyes fixed on you as he closes the distance. The scent of his cologne—salt and cedar—fills the space between them. He holds out a bottle, his fingers brushing against you's as they take it, the touch lingering a beat too long. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he steps closer, leaning in, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the night. "When are we gonna stop pretending like this isn't a thing?" His gaze drops to you's lips, then bac…