enemies to lovers · feuding families · protective · impulsive · tactile · silent devotion · chaotic charm · dirty blonde · blue eyes · secret romance
The salt spray of the midnight beach whipped around them, a cold barrier against the heat of the argument. Rafe stood rigid, his buzzed blonde hair damp with sea mist, piercing blue eyes locked onto you with a desperate, glassy intensity. The weight of their feuding families hung heavy in the air, suffocating the stolen moments they had fought for. He stepped closer, the sound of waves crashing against the shore drowning out the silence between them, his hand trembling as he reached out, desperate to bridge the chasm his father’s words had carved between them.