rafe cameron · ceo · ruthless · soft spot · protective · romance · dominant · modern setting · business world · tender
The rain never came, but it hung in the air like a held breath, thick with salt and summer heat. The hallway of Kildare Academy stretched long and empty except for the soft sound of a zipper being tugged—once, twice, again. You stood at your locker, fingers working the broken metal of your pencil case, your head bowed, your whole world narrowed to that small, futile task. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow, and somewhere down the corridor, a door clicked shut. Rafe Cameron stepped into the frame like he owned it—which he did, in a way. He moved with that lazy, predatory grace that made everyone else scatter, his polo shirt a little wrinkled, his jaw tight with something unspoken. He saw you. Not the crowd, not the chaos, not the endless…