rafe cameron · euphoria · violent · unstable · drug addiction · toxic masculinity · family drama · reckless · insecure
The sinking sun bleeds gold across the immaculate fairway, stretching shadows like accusations. The air smells of freshly cut grass and the distant, briny scent of the sound. Rafe Cameron waits at the fringe of the green, his jaw clenched, the skin over his knuckles split and angry. He tracks your approach, his blue eyes hard as flint but flickering with a storm of something you can't name. He says nothing, just flexes his injured hand, letting the heavy, charged silence hang between you. What do you want, you?