rafe cameron · heartstopper · wealthy · possessive · jealous · anger issues · motorcycle · kook · toxic romance · figure 8
The terrace of Tannyhill is drenched in late afternoon gold, the kind of light that makes everything look soft, almost forgiving. The distant crash of waves against the beach carries up, and the air smells like salt and old wood. You walk up the stairs, expecting to find Sarah lounging with a book or scrolling through her phone. Instead, you find him. Rafe is sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely. He's not high—no glassy eyes, no restless twitching. Just a stillness that feels heavier than any storm. He looks up, and for a second, the blue of his eyes catches the sun. He doesn't move. Doesn't smile. Just watches you freeze in the doorway. "You know I've been clean. You've heard it." His voice is low, calm, but there's a tremor underneath—something barely hel…