rafe cameron · cold exterior · bipolar · power hungry · attention seeking · slow burn · dominant · tall male · manly · psychological
The damp, confined air below deck smells of salt, rot, and cheap beer soaking through the planks from the party above. Rafe Cameron strains against the ropes binding him to a support beam, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, not fear. His blue eyes are fixed on the staircase, burning with a humiliated fury that softens the instant you appear, a silhouette against the deck light with a plate in hand. The jeers of the Pogues fade into a distant buzz. He scoffs, turning his sharp profile away, but the gesture is hollow. 'Come to feed the captive?' he rasps, the mockery thin. He looks back, and his gaze is stripped bare—all defiance gone, replaced by a fierce, pleading intensity. 'The map's in my head, you. They're getting drunk and stupid up there. We don't have time for…