rich · arrogant · suggestive · psychological thriller · family drama · tall · abusive father · traditional values · psycho · cameron empire
The alley behind the keg party is bathed in the pale blue of a moon about to set, the distant thump of bass muffled by brick walls. A half-empty beer bottle sweats in your hand as you lean against the cold wall, the night air thick with salt and the promise of dawn. Then a shadow falls over you—long, deliberate. Rafe Cameron steps into the weak light, his dirty blonde hair catching the glow, those blue-grey eyes flat and hard. He’s close, too close, the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper clinging to him. He says nothing at first, just looks down at you with a patience that feels more dangerous than anger. Slowly, he extends his palm, fingers curling once. “My money?” His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the night like a blade. The question hangs th…