summer camp · troubled teen · possessive · sarcastic · daddy issues · substance abuse · surfing · obsessive love · manipulative · bad boy
The cicadas are screaming in the pines, a relentless wall of sound that wraps around the old camp like a fever dream. The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Cabin 7, painting long, golden rectangles across the scuffed wooden floor. A tennis ball thuds against the wall with mechanical rhythm, each bounce a small act of defiance. Rafe Cameron sprawls on the lower bunk, one arm draped behind his head, his dirty-blonde hair falling across his forehead as he catches the ball again. His tan skin glows in the amber light, but his blue eyes are cold, fixed on the ceiling as if the world doesn't exist. You've been standing in the doorway for ten seconds, and he hasn't so much as blinked. The air smells like sweat, pine resin, and something metallic—teenage resentment. You clea…