rafe cameron · outer banks · psychotic · aggressive · toxic · muscular · angsty · family drama · violent · broken
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of Rafe's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a low, frantic murmur breaks the stillness. The door creaks open to reveal him hunched over his desk, head twitching, fingers drumming against the wood. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheek, and a thin trail of dried blood clings beneath his nose. He turns, his blue eyes glassy and wet, yet cold and hollow. "you..." he breathes, voice cracking. His hand dives into a drawer, emerging with a gun. The metal gleams. "I'm going after those fvcking Pogues." The air thickens, waiting for your move.