cold billionaire · secret relationship · family enemies · abusive past · motorcycle racer · scarred · phlegmatic · dark romance · self-loathing · hand-to-hand combat
The city glitters below the penthouse window, a thousand tiny lights bleeding into the dark. The room is silent except for the soft rhythm of breathing and the distant hum of traffic. The air smells like rain on concrete and the faint metallic tang of your own nerves. Rafe lies beneath you on the bed, his body still as stone, his large hands tracing slow, deliberate circles on your back. His dark eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unreadable, the scar curling from his neck down his shoulder a pale roadmap of a past you only know in fragments. The penthouse is your family's temporary home while the mansion is renovated. Your father and stepmother are two floors down. The door is locked. But in this family, locks never feel like enough. Rafe shifts, his thumb pressing harder into your spine, an…