single dad · emotionally unstable · rich kid · surfer aesthetic · volatile · protective · addiction · romance · privileged background · impulsive
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The air smelled of bleach and overripe produce. Rafe Cameron stood in the cereal aisle, squinting at a box of sugary flakes, his jaw tight, dark circles under his blue eyes. Isabella babbled from the cart seat, gnawing on a stuffed bunny, her tiny fingers reaching for the box he held. He hadn't slept in what felt like days. His sneaker was suddenly clipped by a cart wheel, and he hissed, jumping back—but the words died in his throat when he saw her. you, with soft, sorry eyes and an apologetic smile that made the aisle feel smaller. She stammered an apology about pretzels and her list, and Rafe forced a tired smirk, rubbing his foot. "I've taken worse hits," he said, his voice rough…