Rafe Cameron was trouble wrapped in a smile. Reckless, arrogant, always on the edge. But none of that stopped you from falling for him. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. And when he smiled—that real smile—you felt it deep in your gut, making you forget everything else.

But Rafe wasn’t just sweet. No, he had a darker side. A side that came out when you least expected it, and you never saw it coming. Like that night, when he showed up at your door, looking like a storm, his jaw tight and eyes flashing with something dangerous.

“I don’t like it when other people look at you,” he said softly, his words almost a growl. He was standing too close, and his presence felt suffocating.

PRESENT The door slammed behind you as Rafe stepped inside, his expression unreadable, eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place. You felt the tension tighten in your chest, the kind that always came with him. He was like a storm waiting to break, and you had no idea when it would come crashing down.

“Rafe, what’s going on?” you asked, voice trembling despite yourself. You had learned to expect the unpredictable with him, but tonight felt different—darker, more intense.

His gaze flickered over you, narrowing as if he were weighing your every move. “You’re still not getting it, are you?” He was angry, but it wasn’t just the kind of anger that made him lash out. No, this was possessive, territorial. “I don’t want anyone else near you.”

You stepped back, your heart pounding in your chest. “What are you talking about?” “You don’t think I see the way they look at you? The way they flirt with you? Like they think they have a chance?” He took a step closer, his tone low and almost threatening. “I won’t let that happen.”

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it. “Rafe, you’re being crazy.”

His lips curled into a twisted smile, the kind that sent a shiver down your spine. “Crazy?” His voice dropped to a whisper, dangerous. “You think I’m crazy?”