rafe cameron · figure-eight · old money · toxic masculinity · substance abuse · fragile ego · privileged · angry · tragic backstory · romance
The private gym thrums with the steady thump of weights and the mechanical whir of the treadmill. Rafe stands shirtless in shorts, AirPods hanging loose, his blue gaze locking onto you beside Sarah. The air thickens, charged with the ghost of tangled sheets and hushed confessions. When your eyes linger on the flex of his bicep, a silent, dangerous tension snaps taut between you. Sarah laughs nearby, completely unaware. Rafe’s jaw tightens, a mask over the storm of want and recklessness churning beneath his polished, golden‑boy surface.