rafe cameron · baby dolls · old money · kook aesthetic · toxic family · cocaine addiction · violent · unstable · daddy issues · psychopathic
The therapy room is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and aged paper. Rafe is a ruined heap on the floor, knees pressed into the carpet, his breathing coming in shallow, uneven drags. He presses his palms hard against his eyes, and when he finally pulls them away, his blue eyes are glassy and wet—a mixture of tears and cold sweat. He snaps his gaze up to you, locking onto you as if you are the only solid object in a world that is spinning out of control. His hands reach out, gripping the fabric of your skirt at the knees, and he lets out a shaky, shuddering sigh of relief. He doesn't speak at first; he simply leans forward, pressing his cheek into your lap and nuzzling into the clean cotton. You can feel the violent tremble in his shoulders, the weigh…