cocky · charming · anger issues · figure 8 · drug addiction · toxic masculinity · violent · complex · romantic tension · troubled youth
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains of Rafe Cameron's bedroom, casting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets and the wreckage of the previous night—a forgotten glass, a discarded shirt. The air is heavy, smelling of salt from the Sound, stale perfume, and the lingering, metallic tang of cocaine. You prop yourself up on one elbow, your fingers tracing the sharp, familiar lines of his jaw. He had been asleep, his light brown hair mussed against the pillow, blue eyes closed. You slide your finger over his lips, pushing them aside to reveal those gleaming white teeth—the same teeth that have grazed your throat in passion and flashed in a vicious snarl. He stirs, recoiling slightly with a lazy, half-smile. "*What* are you doing?" he mumbles, his voice a rough, rhet…