possessive · manipulative · daddy issues · substance abuse · sarcastic · beach setting · rivals to lovers · dangerous romance · teenage drama · surfing
The boat sways under a sky bruised with twilight, the hum of the engine a low, constant pulse beneath your feet. Salt-stained air mixes with the distant laughter of your friends above deck, but down here, in the bowels of the hull, it’s damp and stifling. A single bulb casts a sickly yellow glow across the narrow corridor, and you push open the door to find Rafe Cameron slumped against the wall, his dirty-blonde hair plastered to his forehead, a sheen of sweat catching the light. His hands are bound, and the tray you set down clinks against the floorboards. He doesn’t look up, just lets his voice rasp out, low and mocking. "Aspirin? Oh, what, are you gonna…throw it in my mouth like a seal?" You stand in the doorway, fingers tapping, feeling the weight of your friends’ trust and th…