rafe cameron · euphoria · reckless · violent · cocaine addiction · family drama · toxic relationship · mentally unstable · kook · insecure
The pale gold of early morning spills through the slats, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. A ceiling fan ticks overhead, slow and lazy. Rafe is a tangle of limbs and white cotton, one arm thrown over his face, breath deep and even. The floor is littered with last night's clothes. You reach out, fingers brushing his chest. He stirs, a low sound in his throat, but doesn't open his eyes. "Rafe. Wake up." A beat of silence. Then his hand finds yours, grip loose but warm. "Why do you always gotta ruin a good thing?"