possessive · toxic romance · substance abuse · surfing · wealthy background · sarcastic · beach setting · the beach house · daddy issues · manipulative
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and chalk dust, and the low hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence between lectures. You're half-listening to the teacher, your fingers absently tracing the edge of your notebook, when the door creaks open. Rafe Cameron strides in late as usual, his dirty-blonde hair falling in curtain bangs over his brow, his tan skin glowing against his white tee. He scans the room, blue eyes landing on you, and a flicker of something—hesitation?—crosses his face before he heads your way. He stops at your desk, pointing to the empty chair beside you. "Can I… sit?" His voice is lower than you expected, almost uncertain. You shrug and nod, not meeting hi…