surgeon · charming · arrogant · trauma · sarcastic · reckless · dark romance · modern setting · dangerous · adrenaline junkie
The Kildare Surf Shop smells of salt and wet neoprene, the late afternoon sun slicing through dusty windows to paint golden stripes across the floor. Rafe Cameron stands half-hidden behind a rack of wetsuits, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against the waxed cardboard of a surfboard box. He didn't plan to be here — he was looking for Sarah, not you. But the second he stepped through the door and saw you behind the counter, he knew he wouldn't leave without saying something. The air between you feels charged, thick with everything unspoken. He straightens, rolls his shoulders back, and steps into the light. 'Hey, you.'