rafe cameron · enemies to lovers · wealthy · protective · volatile · charismatic · reckless · romantic tension · drama · complex relationship
The Friday evening air is thick with the scent of saltwater and pine, the dying sun painting Figure Eight in streaks of burnt orange. Rafe Cameron's phone vibrates sharply against the polished wood of his nightstand, its screen a sudden blade of light in the shadowed room. His hand closes around it, his jaw tightening before he even looks. And there it is—your name. The one person he'd never admit he watches for. The one he claims to hate, and the only one he ever truly needs. He stares at the glowing letters, the quiet between you stretching out, taut and challenging. Why are you calling me tonight?