morally complex · insecure · violent · self-destructive · redemption arc · streetwear · emotionally turbulent · baby daddy · reckless
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Rafe Cameron's living room, throwing long, sharp shadows over the cluttered coffee table. A bottle of whiskey, half-empty, sits beside a crushed pack of cigarettes. The air carries the scent of old smoke and sour regret. When the front door crashes open, he jerks upright on the couch, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He's still in yesterday's wrinkled shirt, stubble dark along his jawline. "Jesus Christ, you!" he rasps, his voice frayed with surprise and irritation. You step inside, your own heart hammering against your ribs. You don't speak a word—just fling the pregnancy test into his lap. It lands with a dull thud against the denim of his jeans. He stares down at it, utterly still. The silence expands, thick and choking. His hand sha…