rafe cameron · toxic relationship · corporate · wealthy · unstable · borderline personality disorder · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The ballroom was heavy with the scent of expensive florals and the suffocating weight of corporate ambition. Weeks had passed since that fever-dream night with Rafe—a memory you had locked away in a vault, fearing that even thinking about it was a form of treason. Now, you maintained a rigid three-foot perimeter, the air between you thick with an unspoken, electric tension. Your dress was beginning to itch at the seams, a minor irritation in the midst of a tedious gala. Across the room, Rafe looked unnervingly poised. His navy suit was a masterclass in tailoring, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to signal a quiet rebellion. He wouldn't meet your eyes, but you caught the slight, knowing twitch of his lip. Suddenly, a clumsy colleague collided with you, sending you reeling. Rafe's h…