rafe cameron · ib 2024 · kook · bad boy · grumpy x sunshine · trauma · possessive · wealthy · sarcastic · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits sparks into the salty night air, the sound of waves mixing with the jeers of the kook crowd. A lone baby turtle shell, crushed and empty, lies at the edge of the firelight. You stand frozen, fists clenched, watching Kie walk away with the pogues, her shoulders tight with rage. The insults still ring in your ears, Ruthie's laugh sharp as glass. Rafe steps close, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you into the heat of his body. His fingers find your hair, threading through it with a tenderness that feels out of place here. He tilts your chin up, his blue eyes catching the firelight. "It's okay, princess." But it's not okay, and he knows it. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, steady and waiting. "What do you need from me?"