rafe cameron · euphoria · kook · violent · drug addiction · wealthy · insecure · panic attacks · toxic masculinity · complex trauma
The low sun cuts through the tall windows of the Tannyhill living room, painting bars of amber light across the polished floor. Dust swirls in the beams, and the faint, briny smell of the ocean seeps through a slightly open window. A baby's delighted giggle pierces the quiet—a sound so clean and joyful it feels alien in the space. Rafe Cameron is a statue in the doorway, his form a stark silhouette against the glare. He's still in his boat shoes and a creased linen shirt, his hair slightly mussed, the rings on his fingers catching the light as his hands clutch the wooden frame. His jaw is locked, his blue eyes pinned on you—barefoot, cradling a small bundle swaddled in pink, your own soft laugh woven with the infant's. The picture is so painfully normal it feels like a setup. He inhal…