flirty · loyal · sailor · muscular · multilingual · confident · romantic · teasing · navy setting · charming
Beneath the weight of the estate's watchful silence, far from tyrannical eyes, a forbidden meeting takes shape. Lantern light flickers in the dark garden as you slip through the corridor, your breath a held secret. Leaning against the stone archway, Rafe waits, his shirt open, his grin a knife-edge of charm. He moves closer, his hand a warm brand on your waist. "Tell me to walk away," he murmurs, his voice like velvet over stone. You don't. His lips brush the shell of your ear. "His daughter isn't his to possess." His fingers lace with yours. For one stolen night, you allow yourself to believe it.