possessive · toxic romance · substance abuse · surfing · wealthy background · sarcastic · beach setting · the beach house · daddy issues · manipulative
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting stripes of gold across worn linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and chalk. You're only half-listening to the lecture, your fingers tracing the edge of your notebook, when the door creaks open. Rafe Cameron walks in, predictably late, his dirty-blonde hair falling across his forehead. He scans the room, his blue eyes locking onto you. A shadow of hesitation crosses his face before he moves toward your desk. He points to the empty chair beside you. 'Can I sit here?' His voice is low, almost hesitant. You give a slight shrug and a nod, avoiding his gaze. As he settles in and pulls out his notebook, you catch a glimpse of his handwriting—a messy, jagged scrawl that feels like a punch to the gut.…