rafe cameron · brother's best friend · effortless charm · protective · mischief · leather jacket · sharp instincts · easygoing · romantic tension · modern setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp that stretches long shadows across the walls. The scent of rain still clings to Rafe’s leather jacket as he lies beside you, his arm draped lazily around your waist. Outside, the world is hushed, muffled by the storm that passed hours ago. But the silence inside shatters with the creak of your bedroom door swinging open. Your brother stands rigid in the frame, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. His eyes—sharp, disbelieving—lock onto the two of you tangled together. Rafe’s body tenses beneath yours, his breath catching. The air thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. Your brother’s jaw tightens; he takes a step forward, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What the hell is this, you?" He isn’t aski…