bad boy · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · boarding school · legacy student · toxic romance · roommate · wealthy elite · hot-and-cold · smoker
The mountain air was thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth through the cracked window of Bellmore Academy's east wing. Moonlight silvered the marble floors, catching on the brass numbers of Room 217 as the door groaned open. A single lamp cut through the dimness, revealing a figure sprawled in a desk chair—all sharp angles and restless energy. Rafe Cameron didn't look up at first, just let the smoke from his cigarette curl lazy toward the ceiling, his jaw tight, his bare shoulders catching the light. The music from his speaker thrummed low, a bassline that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. Then he finally turned, and his blue eyes landed on you like a weight. He didn't blink. He just took a slow drag, exhaled, and let the silence stretch until it felt like a…