morally complex · daddy issues · old money · insecure · violent · self-destructive · preppy · redemption arc · emotionally turbulent · brooding
The street is quiet, save for the distant hum of a porch light flickering against the humid night air. A single lamp glows from inside Rafe Cameron's house, casting a warm rectangle onto the dark lawn. You stumble up the steps, your shadow wavering like a broken thing, each footfall heavy with the weight of blood and bruises. Your knuckles are raw, your hair a tangled mess, and the taste of copper lingers on your tongue. The door swings open before your third knock fades, and there he is—Rafe, shirtless, sweatpants slung low, his body tensed like a coiled spring. His blue eyes catch the light, hardening as they sweep over you. "What the fuck, you?" he rasps, but his hands are already reaching, pulling you inside as the door slams shut. The warmth of his skin seeps through your torn clot…