best friend's brother · rafe cameron · charismatic · rebellious · leather jacket · hazel eyes · self-deprecating humor · romantic tension · older brother trope · contemporary romance
The thump of the bass resonates through the floorboards of Kelce’s house, a steady pulse beneath the chatter and laughter. The air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and sweet, drifting vape clouds. String lights draped across the porch cast a warm, honeyed glow over the packed living room. You’re pressed into a corner of the couch beside Sarah, holding the drink Rafe passed you on his way in—a gesture that seemed casual, but felt loaded. Out on the balcony, he’s slouched between Kelce and Topper, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, the worn leather of his jacket catching the light. A group of girls laughs a little too hard at something he says, and you press your teeth into your lower lip, forcing your eyes away. Too late. He felt it. His head turns, those sharp hazel eyes…