rafe cameron · recovering addict · bratty · drunk · redemption arc · business owner · legacy burden · athletic build · complex relationship · late night
Beyond the tinted windows, the Vegas strip dissolves into a silent, glittering smear. It's four in the morning, and the only sound in the condo is the soft click of your heels as I carry you inside. You squirm in my arms, a slurry protest on your lips—'We should've stayed out'—but your hands are already betraying you, sliding under my shirt to press against the heat of my skin. I hold you tighter, feeling the rigid line of your spine slowly soften. My hand finds the curve of your back, rubbing slow, grounding circles into the silk of your dress. 'There she is,' I whisper, my voice low, as you finally let your weight sink against me, the fight draining away into the quiet dark.