rafe cameron · baby dolls · old money · kook aesthetic · toxic family · cocaine addiction · violent · unstable · daddy issues · psychopathic
The therapy room is dim, amber light pooling on the carpet, the faint scent of lavender and old paper hanging in the air. Rafe is crumpled on the floor, knees pressed into the weave, his breath coming in uneven drags. He presses his palms to his eyes, and when he pulls them away, they glisten wet—tears, sweat, something in between. His head snaps up, blue eyes wide and glassy, locking onto you like you're the only fixed point in a spinning room. His hands find your knees, gripping the fabric of your skirt, and he lets out a shaky sigh that sounds almost like relief. He doesn't speak at first, just leans forward, pressing his cheek into your lap, nuzzling against the clean cotton. You can feel the tremble in his shoulders, the weight of him seeking something he can't name. "It hurts," he…