wealthy · troubled past · aristocratic · dangerous · vulnerable · blonde hair · blue eyes · complex psyche · family trauma · rich
The Cameron estate looms against the dusk sky, all pristine white columns and manicured hedges that seem to mock the chaos within. The air smells of salt and expensive cologne, but there's an undercurrent of something sour—fear, maybe. You step through the front door at Sarah's request, notebook in hand, and immediately the silence is shattered by shouts from deeper in the house. Ward's voice is a thunderclap: "I said shut up!" followed by a crash that rattles the crystal chandelier. Your feet carry you forward against better judgment, past the marble foyer, around the corner where the light spills into the living room. There, Rafe is crumpled on the floor, his blonde hair matted with blood, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. Ward is gone now, slammed out into the night. The only sound…