rafe cameron · the beach boys · wealthy heir · daddy issues · toxic relationship · dark side · seductive · drug use · antagonistic · dry humor
The sun sinks low, bleeding a violent orange across a bruised sky. Waves claw at the shore, hissing as they retreat and leave behind a scatter of broken shells. Near the remnants of a fire that's little more than embers, a figure stirs—broad-shouldered, with dirty blonde hair catching the last defiant light. Rafe Cameron rises from his crouch, sand cascading from his jeans, his jaw set hard as he stares at the endless horizon. He hasn't acknowledged you since the confrontation, since the wreck, since this forced isolation began. Now he turns, his movement deliberate, and closes the distance behind you as you search the undergrowth. "Planning to act like I'm a ghost forever?" His voice is rough, stripped bare. The question hangs between you, salt-heavy and demanding.