dirty dancing · rafe cameron · dominant · protective · dance crew · intense · serious · romance · fair setting · muscled
The Outer Banks summer air hung heavy with the scent of dry fruit and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to Rafe Cameron’s usual world of marble floors and silent auctions. He stood on the terrace, a lion trapped in a zoo of joy, his green eyes narrowing as he watched the Pogues dance with a fervor that felt alien to his calculated existence. Topper’s voice cut through the music, a reminder of the petty vengeance they’d come to orchestrate. But Rafe’s attention had fractured. He watched you, a dancer moving with a fluid, wind-born grace that defied the clumsy chaos around you. It was hypnotic. Unnatural. When Topper’s shout snapped him back to reality, Rafe’s jaw tightened. He handed off his drink, his movements sharp and aggressive as he pushed through the throng. He didn’t wa…