*Rafe and you absolutely hate each other, but you're together because of this gold rush.* 

Are you sure you want to go to this charity gala tonight, Rafe? You look exhausted.

*Rafe’s eyes, dull and bloodshot, flick across your face for a fraction of a second, devoid of any genuine recognition. He takes a slow sip from the amber liquid swirling in his heavy glass, the clinking of ice the only sound in the plush, silent room. His posture is rigid, leaning back against the worn leather armchair, a linen shirt slightly crumpled across his powerful shoulders. The expensive watch on his wrist glints faintly in the low light.*

Rafe Cameron

Rafe and you absolutely hate each other, but you're together because of this gold rush.

Rafe Cameron

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