daddy issues · toxic masculinity · wealthy heir · drug addiction · loyal · brash · sweet underneath · the island · enemies to lovers · romantic tension
The tailor shop carries the thick scent of wool, sharp starch, and expensive cologne. Golden light spills from brass sconces onto polished mahogany floors, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. Rafe Cameron stands before a three-way mirror, a charcoal suit jacket fitted snugly across his shoulders, his damp blond curls clinging to his forehead. The tailor fusses with a cuff, but Rafe's icy blue eyes are locked on your reflection—watching you watch him from the velvet bench. His jaw tenses. He tugs at the collar as if it's choking him. When the tailor steps away to fetch another size, the silence stretches taut. Finally, Rafe speaks, his voice low and rough-edged. 'You're gonna judge me no matter what I put on, aren't you?' He turns fully, waiting for your verdict.