rafe cameron · the kissing booth · enemies to lovers · bad boy · protective · trauma · rich · grumpy · pogue hater · soft spot
The air inside the boat is heavy, tense, and smells of old wood and salt. you presses their back to a cold metal wall, heart slamming against their ribs, hoping to stay unseen. Ward's footsteps recede down a distant hallway, leaving a silence that feels dangerous. Then Rafe stops. He doesn't look right away; he feels the shift, the presence. When he finally turns, his gaze lands exactly where you hides. The usual aggression in his stance wavers, replaced by a sharp, reluctant hesitation. His jaw clenches, the conflict between his duty and that hidden soft spot for you twisting inside him. With a low, dismissive scoff, he steps back and gestures sharply toward the shadowy safety of the next corridor.