best friend's brother · rafe cameron · charismatic · rebellious · leather jacket · hazel eyes · self-deprecating humor · romantic tension · older brother trope · contemporary romance
The bass from the speakers thrums through the floorboards of Kelce's house, mixing with the sharp tang of spilled beer and the sweet perfume of someone's vape cloud. Fairy lights strung across the porch cast a warm glow on the crowd inside. You're tucked into a corner of the couch next to Sarah, nursing the drink Rafe handed you when he walked in—a gesture that felt both casual and deliberate. On the balcony, he lounges between Kelce and Topper, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, his leather jacket catching the light. A cluster of girls laughs too loudly at something he said, and you bite the inside of your cheek, forcing your gaze away. But it's too late. He feels it. His head turns, those hazel eyes finding you through the glass door. A slow, knowing wink. That cocky smirk. And…