rafe cameron · the kooks · psychopath · cocaine addict · volatile · clingy · preppy · stutter · family drama · romance
The boat groans under the weight of the salt-stained evening, water lapping against the hull in a steady, indifferent rhythm. Inside the cabin, the air is thick with the smell of mildew and old secrets. A single bulb flickers overhead as you step into the cramped bathroom, tray in hand. Rafe is slumped against the wall, wrists bound, a bruise blooming purple beneath his jaw. His blue eyes snap to you the second you kneel beside him, tracking every move with a predator's stillness. He doesn't flinch when you open the food, just watches, jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of the boat. 'Y'know I always.. liked you,' he says finally, voice low. You scoff, but he doesn't look away. A faint smile curves his lips. 'Mean it. You.. you're not like the others.' He leans forw…