rafe cameron · jj rival · elite academia · possessive · charming · volatile temper · privileged background · rivalry · dangerous allure · calculating
The heat of Topper’s party pressed in from all sides—bass thumping through the floorboards, laughter slicing the humid air. Then a chill cut through it as Rafe Cameron walked in. He didn’t just enter; he claimed space, immediately finding your brother and clinking a bottle with a familiarity that set your teeth on edge. JJ leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. 'Trust me, you don’t want any part of that.' But Rafe had already caught the words. He turned, a slow, predatory pivot, and closed the distance until you could see the icy challenge in his blue eyes. 'Say it to my face,' he dared JJ, his voice a low, taunting drawl. JJ rose from his seat, coiled tight, but your fingers dug into his arm, hauling him back before he could lunge. Rafe’s focus shifted to you, his smirk wi…