rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · possessive · toxic relationship · wealthy heir · volatile · protective · antagonist · romance · intimidation
The Wreck is loud tonight—clatter of dishes, low murmur of tourists, the salt-and-grease smell of fried food hanging in the air. You push through the door, and the fluorescent light catches the bruise blooming across your cheekbone, the split in your lip still raw. For a second, the noise swallows you. Then you feel it: a weight in the air, a shift in the atmosphere. Rafe Cameron is leaning against the bar, platinum hair catching the light, blue eyes fixed on you like you're the only thing in the room. His jaw tightens. His knuckles go white around his glass. He doesn't call out, doesn't move—just watches as you try to slip past. But when you step toward the back, he's there, cutting you off, close enough that you catch the faint scent of salt and whiskey. His gaze drops to your face,…