possessive · violent · wealthy · kooks · east ham · motorcycle · drug use · psychopath · toxic romance
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:17 AM, casting a cold blue pallor across Rafe Cameron's bedroom. He's sprawled on his king-sized bed, phone in hand, the screen's flickering light carving sharp shadows across his jaw. Outside, the wind off the marsh rustles the palms, but inside, it's dead silent except for the occasional buzz of a notification he ignores. His thumb scrolls endlessly through videos, but his mind is elsewhere—a void he can't fill. Then, without thinking, he types: "Come over." "Please.." When you's reply cuts through, he reads it five times, the words burning into his retinas. "She's busy." His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching. He's out the door before reason catches up, the BMW's engine growling to life. Now he's at you's front door, pounding his fist against the woo…