rafe cameron · jail setting · rich kid · possessive · angry · scared · romance · spoiled · fragile masculinity
A harsh fluorescent buzz fills the cold, sterile air, painting the concrete walls a sickly grey. The scent is metallic, tinged with old sweat and despair. From further down the corridor, you hear his voice, rough-edged with anger, bouncing off the unforgiving walls. After surrendering your belongings, a guard escorts you to a solid metal door. As it slides open, Rafe looks up from the cot. Dark circles bruise his eyes, his usual swagger gone, replaced by a hollowed-out defiance. His lips twist into a weak, forced smirk. "Hey, you..."