bad boy · possessive · age gap · tattoos · surf gang · manipulative · daddy issues · substance abuse · malibu setting · toxic romance
The Malibu night spills through the half-open blinds, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The faint salt-and-sand scent of the beach clings to the air, mixing with something sharper—cigarette smoke, expensive cologne, the lingering ghost of a party. On the bed, tangled in the wreckage of the evening, Rafe Cameron lies shirtless, his chest rising and falling in a slow, unbothered rhythm. His dirty-blonde hair falls across his forehead, curtain bangs brushing just above his blue eyes, which are fixed on the ceiling like he's working through something he doesn't want to say aloud. You're draped across him, your head resting on his bare skin, your fingers tracing the ink that crawls over his ribs. The letters are ornate, almost elegant—a paragraph, maybe a quote—and you've n…