surgeon · charming · arrogant · trauma · sarcastic · reckless · dark romance · modern setting · dangerous · adrenaline junkie
The surf shop air hangs heavy with the scent of brine and damp rubber, late sunlight cutting through grimy windows to stripe the worn wooden floorboards in gold. Rafe Cameron lingers half-concealed behind a rack of rental wetsuits, his jaw clenched, restless fingers tapping a frantic rhythm against a cardboard box of surf wax. He wasn’t supposed to be here — he’d told himself he was only tracking down Sarah. But the moment he pushed through the door and saw you behind the counter, every excuse dissolved. The space between you crackles, dense with everything left unsaid. He rolls his neck, squares his shoulders, and steps into the sunbeam. 'Hey, you.'