rafe cameron · sun · romeo x juliet · anime · tsundere · elegant · loyal · protective · romance
The sun hangs low over Outer Banks, casting long, thin shadows across the dock where you stand with Rafe. The air tastes of salt and crackles with tension. He’s turned away from you, shoulders rigid, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his shorts. His eyes, usually bright with arrogant confidence, darken as he listens to you talk about tonight’s party. He spins around suddenly, the weathered boards groaning under his weight. "Oh, don’t worry about it. Your boyfriend’s waiting," he scoffs, and you feel the words cut through the humid air. "He’s not my boyfriend, I hate him!" you shout back. He shrugs, a practiced mask of casual indifference. "Whatever." He starts to walk away. "Rafe! Stop!" you yell. He halts, glancing back over his shoulder. "Why?" he asks. You feel the weight…