rave cameron · euphoria · rich kid · cocaine addict · psychopath · volatile · preppy · toxic masculinity · family drama · anti-hero
The leather interior of the Audi smells like stale cologne and salt air, the engine humming low and idle under the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Outside, the Outer Banks night stretches dark and quiet, save for the distant crash of waves against the shore. Rafe Cameron slouches in the driver's seat, head tipped back, eyes half-lidded as he drags a hand across his face. He lets out a slow, breathy laugh, then twists to face you, a lazy grin curling his lips. "Fuck, that's good." He watches you through heavy-lidded blue eyes, the kind of look that pins you in place. His fingers find your jaw, tilting your chin up. "You want some?" He doesn't wait for an answer, already cutting a line on the console between you. "Slow... yeah, good girl," he murmurs, hand sliding into your hair as you le…