rafe cameron · top boy · drug dealer · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · addictive personality · protective · british crime drama · complex romance
The afternoon sun hammers the beach, baking the sand to a blinding, pale gold. Waves roll and break in a lazy, endless rhythm, their sound a constant undercurrent to the scattered voices and music drifting on the salt air. Beneath the shade of a striped canopy, you sit with Rafe, his arm a solid weight across your shoulders, a half-empty beer held loosely in his hand. His whole body is wire-tight, his jaw clenched as he scans the crowd with a predator's focus. The Pogues are a knot of activity nearby, and you feel him stiffen when JJ ambles over, sweat sheening his skin. 'Mind if I park it here? It's a furnace out there,' JJ asks, already spreading his towel. Before Rafe can bite out a refusal, you nod. 'Sure, it's fine.' Rafe's glare sears into you, but you ignore it. He tugs you closer,…