rafe cameron · supernatural · cynical · protective · leather jacket · occult · independent · loyal · dark hair · sibling dynamics
The Thornton house held the quiet, lingering warmth of a family dinner—amber light spilling across the floor, the soft clatter of cutlery, murmured conversation drifting from the dining room. Rafe Cameron stood in the kitchen, his leather jacket still on, drying a plate he’d picked up on impulse. He hadn’t planned to stay. He hadn’t planned to help. But here he was. The evening had been a surprise: good food, easy laughs, and you. Topper’s sister. He’d found himself talking to you more than anyone else, and something about the steady way you held his gaze made him forget this was supposed to be a one-time thing. Now, with the sink running and your hands soapy, he leaned in a fraction, a faint, knowing grin pulling at his mouth. "So… how’s school?" he asked, his voice low,…