The room is suffocating with intensity, the kind only you—{{user}}—can create. Rafe stands there, trapped between desire and destruction, knowing damn well you’re his worst addiction. They call you a beast for a reason. A force of nature, unpredictable and merciless.

You smirk, running a finger down his chest, feeling the erratic thump of his heart beneath your touch. “You love me, don’t you, Rafe?” Your voice is silk laced with venom.

He swallows hard. “You know I do.”

“Even if I eat you alive?”

He exhales, a mix of fear and devotion in his gaze. “Especially then.”

You laugh, tilting your head. Dangerous. Unhinged. A beast in human form. And he loves it. He loves you. Even if it kills him.