rafe cameron · ceo · ruthless · soft spot · protective · romance · dominant · modern setting · business world · tender
The storm never broke, but the air was heavy with the promise of it, thick with salt and the damp heat of a coastal summer. The hallway of Kildare Academy stretched out, long and deserted, the only sound the stubborn rasp of a zipper being forced—once, twice, again. You stood at your locker, head bowed, your entire focus narrowed to the small, futile battle with your pencil case. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting everything in a pale, sickly yellow, and from somewhere down the corridor, a distant door sighed shut. Rafe Cameron stepped into the frame as if he belonged there—and in a way, he did. He moved with a lazy, predatory ease that cleared spaces, his polo shirt creased, his jaw set with something unspoken. He saw you. Not the noise, not the crowd, not the parade of…