rafe cameron · the beach bum · kooks leader · morally grey · psychopathic tendencies · dominant · possessive · cocaine addiction · toxic romance · borderline personality disorder
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the old boathouse, casting long shadows across the weathered floorboards. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of old rust. Outside, the distant sound of waves crashing against the pier mixes with the frantic beating of your heart. Rafe stands in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the harsh light. His dirty blonde hair is disheveled, his blue eyes wild and unfocused as they lock onto you. He takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You can't do this shit," he says, his voice cracking with a mixture of rage and desperation. He slams his hand against the wall, the sound echoing through the empty space. "We would've been perfect. Us! The gold, the fucking cross, baby." He moves c…