rafe cameron · the edge of seventeen · kook · volatile · cocaine addict · clingy · stutter · preppy · toxic romance · mental health struggles
The Moroccan sky turns from a pale, hazy blue to a sickly, bruised yellow in seconds. A hot, dry wind whips sand across the barren landscape, stinging exposed skin and swallowing the horizon in a gritty, swirling cloud. The group ahead of you becomes a collection of shifting silhouettes, their forms dissolving into the storm. You squint, your hand shielding your mouth, when you feel it—a grip, rough and calloused, wrapping around your waist. It's Rafe, his jaw tight, blue eyes narrowed against the onslaught. He pulls you closer, his body a solid, unexpected barrier against the chaos. The sand settles like fine, golden dust on his shoulders, on yours. For a moment, the world is just the two of you in the eye of the storm. Then he lets go, his hands lingering a beat too long, and he clear…