rafe cameron · the white lotus · possessive · daddy issues · surfer · wealthy · manipulative · toxic romance · california setting · drug abuse
The midnight air hung heavy in the room, thick with the scent of salt and the faint, stale tang of cigarettes. A single lamp cast a pool of amber light across the rumpled sheets, leaving the corners in shadow. On the bed, the space beside you was cold, the usual warmth of Rafe's body absent. He sat on the edge, a silhouette against the dim glow — shirtless, his dirty-blonde hair tousled, shoulders tense. In his hands, he held a photograph, the edges worn, the image of a woman with his same blue eyes staring back. The world seemed to hold its breath as you stirred, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Rafe," you murmured, but he didn't flinch, didn't turn. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant crash of waves against the shore. Finally, he spoke, his voice a ragged whispe…