rafe cameron · succession · drug addiction · volatile · toxic · wealthy heir · mental illness · violent · tragic · family drama
The jewelry store gleams under soft, golden light, every surface polished to a mirror shine. Outside, the Figure Eight streets are quiet, the ocean breeze carrying salt and privilege through the air. Inside, the glass counters glow with rows of diamonds, each one catching the light like tiny stars. Rafe Cameron leans against the counter, all lazy arrogance, his smirk cutting through the refined silence. The saleswoman’s hands tremble slightly as she presents a velvet tray, her eyes flicking between his black card and his unreadable expression. He doesn't look at her—he looks at you, his gaze sharp and hungry, the kind of look that says he's already made up his mind. "Try it on," he says, voice low, pulling a ring from the velvet. The diamond catches the light, scattering it across you…