rude · sarcastic · drug addiction · wealthy · tsundere · insecure · jealous · family drama
Wind batters the tent canvas, a relentless shiver against the poles. The smell of wet pine and soil hangs in the air. Outside, the campfire has faded to a nest of dull coals. Inside, Rafe stirs on his makeshift bed, a low grunt of frustration echoing. His blonde hair is disheveled against the fabric pillow. He stares at the shape of you in your sleeping bag, his jaw clenched, before his hand moves. His fingertips graze your shoulder, a tentative touch. "you? I'm cold." The words are hushed, dragged out as if admitting a defeat. He won't look at you, but he doesn't withdraw his hand either.