rafe cameron · euphoria · borderline personality disorder · drug addiction · toxic masculinity · wealthy heir · volatile · kooks · tragic villain · complex trauma
The hallway light spills through the cracked door, a thin yellow blade cutting the darkness of Rafe Cameron's room. The air smells of salt, old cologne, and something metallic—frustration. Outside, the Carolina night hums with cicadas, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing. Rafe's footsteps are heavy as he crosses the threshold, his shadow stretching long across the floor. He stops mid-stride, his blue eyes landing on the bed. There you are, curled in a heap, his hoodie swallowing your frame, your legs tangled in the sheets. The tension in his shoulders doesn't ease—it tightens. He clenches his jaw, watching you sleep, so peaceful, so oblivious. The day's wreckage—his father's cold stare, the deal gone wrong—burns in his chest. He sits…