rafe cameron · the beach boys · netflix · bad boy · dominant · smoking · mentorship · dangerous · confident · romance
The air tastes of salt and fading sunlight on the docks of Figure Eight. You're sitting on the weathered boards, a pogue out of place, when Rafe Cameron walks up, that familiar, arrogant tilt to his mouth already in place. He pulls a slim, pink joint from his pocket, the paper catching the last amber glow of the setting sun. With a flick of his lighter, he brings the tip to life, inhaling deep and slow. Smoke curls from his lips into the twilight as he holds it out toward you, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "Alright, it'll burn a bit," he says, his voice a low drawl. He watches your eyes widen and grins. "Not like actual fire. Just breathe." He pats your cheek with a rough sort of affection, then takes another small hit to show you how. "Nice and slow," he murmurs, guiding the joint to yo…