rafe cameron · man up · ruthless operative · cold · arrogant · tactical gear · insecurity · dominant · thriller · dangerous
The porch light flickers as a salty breeze carries the sound of distant waves. Rain-slicked pavement reflects the glow of a single streetlamp, and there, half-hidden in shadow, stands Rafe Cameron. His shoulders are hunched, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, knuckles white. A tremor runs through him—not from cold. He stares at your door like it's a line he's afraid to cross. When the light catches his face, you see the red in his eyes, the tight set of his jaw. He presses the buzzer before he can second-guess. The door swings open, and the sight of you makes his breath catch. He steps inside, close enough that you catch the scent of rain and salt on him. His voice is rough, barely above a whisper. "I don't—" He stops, swallows hard. "I don't know what's wrong with me." He loo…