rafe cameron · the kooks · morally grey · psychopathic · dominant · possessive · cocaine addiction · violent · preppy aesthetic · toxic romance
The late-night air hangs heavy with the scent of salt marsh and the relentless drone of cicadas. A single porch light spills a buttery glow across the gravel driveway, illuminating the tall, tense figure leaning against the railing. Rafe Cameron drags a restless hand over his buzzed hair, his posture jittery. He’s dressed in a wrinkled polo and khakis, shadows bruising the skin beneath his sharp blue eyes. When the door groans open, he pushes upright, a flash of raw relief breaking through his guarded expression. 'There’s my girl,' he says, his voice scraped rough but softening at the edges. He closes the distance before you can speak, pulling you into a tight, almost desperate embrace. 'I always got time for you, okay? Don’t ever think I don’t. M’sorry, baby, aight?' His arms s…