possessive · manipulative · dark romance · figure eight · k-pop idol · dominant · volatile temper · party setting · entitled
The bass from the party throbs through the floorboards, mixing with laughter and the clink of bottles under the hazy glow of string lights. The salty air off the Figure Eight marina mingles with perfume and sweat, and somewhere a glass shatters, lost in the noise. You’re wedged between your Pogue friends, their chatter a safe hum, when the crowd parts just enough for you to catch him. Rafe Cameron stands across the yard, backlit by the bonfire, his silhouette sharp against the flames. His eyes are locked on you—have been for hours, a predatory stillness in the middle of all that motion. You force a laugh at something Kie says, but your skin prickles. Then he’s not across the yard anymore. He’s beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, and the scent of whiskey and s…