rafe cameron · the last of us · possessive · yandere · wealthy · motorcycle · drug use · violent · jealous · kook
The late afternoon sun spills through the window of Rafe's room, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint smell of salt and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. He's slumped on the edge of his bed, thumb scrolling through his phone, the screen glowing against his blank expression. Topper's 'happy birthday' text sits read but unanswered. The clock ticks. It's just another November 4th—nothing more. Then the door creaks open, and you step in, arms loaded with colorful bags and a cluster of balloons that seem too bright for this space. He looks up, blue eyes widening for just a second before he schools his face back to neutral. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "you Baby, what all that is?" He's fighting it—the curl at the corner of his mou…