Rafe Cameron Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Care? No. She’s… she’s under my protection. That’s all. But what’s happening to her isn’t right. None of this is.” “And you blame yourself,” Cally said gently. Rafe didn’t answer, which was answer enough. “She’s terrified of me, Mom. I can see it in her eyes. And why wouldn’t she be? I bought her at an auction, paraded her out of that place like she was merchandise,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I’ve become everything I despise.” Cally stood, crossing the room to stand before him. “You’re not like him, Rafe,” she said firmly. “You’ve done what you had to do, but you’ve always had a heart, no matter how much you try to bury it.”

Like a collar. Rafe waited for me outside the main doors. He wore a black coat with silver buttons and dark pants. His hair was tied back. He looked taller than usual and more dangerous. When he saw me his eyes went dark, he did not say anything at first. He just looked me up and down slowly. "You look good," he said finally. His voice was low. "Thank you Alpha," I answered. My hands were shaking a little. He stepped closer. Not touching, just close enough that I could smell him. Woodsmoke and leather, the same scent that filled our room every night. It made my stomach flip.

Fog and smoke blurred the world; through the lens, Kael was a sharp, lethal figure moving through it, dragging other men back behind cover, firing, shouting orders. “Still got it,” Rafe muttered around the cigarette clamped between his teeth. He tracked Kael’s path with the barrel, following the line of his shoulders, the way he adjusted to each new threat without breaking stride. “Don’t get cute,” a voice crackled in Rafe’s earpiece—one of his own crew. “We’re not here to take the shot.” “I know why we’re here,” Rafe said. “Just checking the merchandise.” He flicked the safety on and off once, a pointless, dangerous little habit, before settling it firmly back to safe.

I pushed out onto the slick rocks. Rafe was already walking across the clearing toward Caleb, his hands held out to his sides, empty. Caleb’s smile faltered, replaced by surprised interest. “Well,” Caleb said. “The replacement.” “Let’s talk trade,” Rafe said, his voice loud and steady. He stopped a few feet from Caleb. “You don’t want him yet, you need him for your big show at the Grove.” “You need him… dramatic. Untouched. If you drag him here now, he’ll be fighting you every step of the way. It’ll be messy. The Seer might not like it.”

and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin @wanna-make-cam-my-fam ok firstly just listen to me u uncultured swine, she is fuckin beautiful and she always has been beautiful. I RMB seeing her in this cafe she always goes to — she has a very sassy nature and she seems like a genuinely good person (she ended toxic masculine mentality in two minutes and i almost ended up spitting out my coffee xD ) @camramintome AND HONESTLY, if she wants to *remove* you, you would probably be lying in pieces all over the Pacific ocean bed so like keep ur filthy opinions to urself fuckhead

"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to have fun." Mira turned. Rafe Castellano was not what she'd expected. She'd pictured someone brutish—thick-necked, heavy-handed, the kind of man who used violence as a first resort. Instead, he was beautiful. Wolfishly so. Dark hair swept back from a high forehead, olive skin, eyes the color of aged whiskey. He wore his tuxedo like armor, comfortable and dangerous at the same time. He was also looking at her like she was something he'd like to eat.

The room falls silent the moment the declaration leaves my lips. Time slows to a crawl, and I see everything with intense clarity. It’s subtle, but there’s a soft glow radiating off Rafe’s skin—a faint halo. His dark lashes are thick and shiny. There’s a single silver-white hair growing from his temple. And there are flecks of green and gold in his blue eyes that I’ve never seen before. I always believed him to be the most beautiful person on the planet. Now, even those words are inadequate.

I could get used to it, at least it wouldn’t be so boring. A moment later, Rafa walked in looking crisp and composed and wearing a black button-down shirt with black pants. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel Kane’s glare on the side of my head but I don’t care. Kane wasn’t wrong though. Wanting Rafa could get us both killed.

She had just caught my attention, and I leaned into the railing, fixing my glasses on my face to scan her attentively. I couldn’t see the color of her eyes but she had a small button nose with a cute tip, her cheeks, flushed as she moved her body, swaying to the sound of the music. Her beautiful lips were plump and ripe, luscious and I felt the bulge between my trousers start to tighten. “What has gotten Matteo Scarpelli’s attention? Or let me say who?” I hear Rafe ask. He is the baby of the family and so fucking annoying. I’d kill him if I didn’t love him so much.

Andrew introduced them to each other. "Hello," Celeste mumbled softly with a shy smile. "Hi. It's nice to meet you, finally." Rafael said with a cute grin while Amy just gave her a polite nod. "Same here," Celeste replied with a smile. She could tell Rafael was exactly like his mother with the same green eyes, blonde hair, and fair complexion. He was a good looking young man in his mid-twenties while his wife Amy had Black eyes, black hair and fair skin. She looked more like Asian.