rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · recovering addict · high school sweetheart · redemption arc · protective · brooding · legacy burden · romance · complex trauma
The country club bar hums with low light and clinking glass. Rafe stands there, broad-shouldered in a strained shirt, sandy hair messy, blue eyes locking onto you with a mix of hunger and hesitation. He’s been running from his past, from his father’s shadow, but tonight he’s still. When the tab arrives, his black card slips out—and with it, a faded photo: them at seventeen, inseparable. His arm around you’s waist, you’s face pressed to his cheek. He doesn’t hide it. Just shrugs, voice quiet, rough at the edges, “never got around to takin’ it out.”