possessive · manipulative · toxic romance · enemies to lovers · surfer boy · drug addiction · daddy issues · psychotic charm · dark romance · protective
The afternoon sun bleeds through the trees at Tanneyhill, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells like salt and old cigarettes. You storm through the yard, your footsteps echoing off the walls, the echo of your last argument still ringing in your ears. Rafe Cameron stands by the porch, arms crossed, his dirty-blonde hair catching the gold light. His jaw is set, those blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. The tension is thick enough to choke on as you close the distance, and when you snap at him, your voice cuts through the stillness. 'God, do you even listen to yourself? We can’t be so damn reckless, Rafe, you’re so stupid!' He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he steps closer, a cold smile playing on his lips. 'Oh,…