rafe cameron · better girl · playboy · morally ambiguous · high society · charming · guarded · suit aesthetic · arrogant · romance
Chandelier light pools across the linen like spilled honey, glinting off crystal and silver. The air thrums with cultivated laughter and the delicate chime of cutlery. You sit apart, your chipped black polish a stark contrast against the stark white cloth, a sliver of skin exposed where your shirt has ridden up. The scent of rosemary and oud perfume hangs heavy. Then the door swings wide. Rafe enters, crisp in navy, hair swept back—but his eyes find you first, before they find his seat. A blonde woman floats in behind him, all soft curves and radiant smiles. He doesn’t speak to you. Instead, his jaw clenches, and he guides her chair forward with a stiff courtesy. The room seems to shrink, the warmth leaching away. He glances toward you once—a flash of something raw—then looks down…