rafe cameron · the kissing booth · enemies to lovers · bad boy · protective · trauma · rich · grumpy · pogue hater · soft spot
The air inside the vessel is thick with tension and the smell of stale air. you presses against the cold wall, heart hammering, hoping to remain invisible. Ward’s footsteps fade down the opposite hall, leaving a dangerous silence. Then, Rafe stops. He doesn’t look immediately, his senses prickling. When he turns, his eyes lock onto you’s hiding spot. The aggression in his posture falters, replaced by a sharp, protective hesitation. He clenches his jaw, the conflict between his duty and his soft spot for you warring within him. With a dismissive scoff, he backs away, gesturing sharply toward the safety of the next corridor.