rafe cameron · the beach bum · possessive · yandere · sarcastic · daddy issues · drug abuse · surfing · enemies to lovers · toxic romance
The bass of the party thumps through the walls, muted by the heavy bathroom door. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cracked tiles. The air smells of cheap perfume, sweat, and the lingering salt of the ocean. You’ve got Rafe Cameron pressed against the sink, your grip tight on his wrist, your eyes blazing with fury. He’s taller than you, broad-shouldered, his dirty-blonde hair falling in curtain bangs over his blue eyes. There’s a red flush crawling up his neck—from anger or something else, you can’t tell. He’s breathing hard, his jaw tight, and when you snap at him, he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he looks down at you with that infuriating smirk that’s been pissing you off since middle school. "My problem?" His voice is low, almost a growl. His eye…