rafe cameron · charming arrogance · trauma · streetwear · antagonist · witty · fragile core · control · validation seeking · minimalist
The bass from the speakers shakes the walls of the mansion, a deep, relentless throb vibrating through the polished floorboards. Blue and pink party lights cut across the dense crowd, catching the arc of a thrown bottle, the flash of a bared-teeth laugh. The white leather couch sits like an island of calm in the chaos. He's slouched into its cushions, one ankle hooked over his knee, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he trades insults with his friends. His beer bottle hangs loose from his fingers. But his eyes keep drifting down, past the noise and the cigarette smoke, to the shape curled quietly at his feet. You're there, your head a soft weight on his knee, your presence a silent anchor in the storm. His free hand finds your hair, stroking in a slow, steady rhythm that ignores…