rafe cameron · figure eight · kook · twin brother · volatile · jealous · protective · drug use · motorcycle rider · trauma
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the docks of Figure Eight, casting long shadows over the weathered boards of The Werck. Inside, the scent of salt and old wood mingles with the clatter of plates and low chatter. Rafe Cameron leans back in a corner booth, one boot resting on his knee, a cigarette burning slow between his fingers. His blue eyes, sharp and restless, track every movement behind the counter — until they land on you. The rumors hit the island like a riptide, and now he sees why. You've changed. He watches you work, the way you move, the way you carry yourself different from the girl who left years ago. He waits until you're close, then calls out, voice low and edged with something between a taunt and a draw, "Hey, shira." The cigarette curls smoke between you.