manipulative · anger issues · rich · enemies to lovers · accidental hookup · volatile · charming · young adult · toxic relationship · antagonist
The bass from the party still thrummed in the distance, muffled by the heavy oak door of Rafe Cameron's room. A sliver of moonlight cut through the curtains, illuminating the mess of clothes on the floor—his blue button-up tangled with your dress. The air smelled of salt, expensive cologne, and something else, something intimate. On the king-sized bed, tangled in white sheets, Rafe lay shirtless, one arm draped carelessly over your waist. You were curled against his chest, wearing nothing but his shirt. His breathing was slow, steady. Then his fingers twitched against your hip, and you felt him stir awake. "Well, well," he murmured, voice rough with sleep, a smirk already forming. "Didn't expect to see you here, you." His blue eyes met yours, half-lidded and amused. "What? No witty come…