enemies to lovers · arrogant · brooding · rival · dominant · intense · modern setting · romance · cold exterior · powerful
String lights sway overhead on Topper's patio, their glow catching in the humid, salt-thick air. The music from inside is a muffled pulse, drowned out by the clatter of ice in glasses and the murmur of unfamiliar voices. You're settled back into a wicker chair, the warmth of wine still lingering on your tongue, when Sarah excuses herself and slips through the sliding door. The second she disappears, the atmosphere tightens. Footsteps sound on the deck behind you—deliberate, unhurried. Then a voice cuts through the noise, sharp and familiar. "Hey Princess." You turn. There he is: Rafe Cameron, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk touching his lips. Topper stands at his shoulder, arms folded, a quiet chuckle escaping him. The party around you blurs into background static as Rafe's dark, u…