rafe cameron · the kooks · psychiatrist · cocaine addict · volatile · obsessive · toxic masculinity · family drama · hidden vulnerability · preppy
The room smells of stale coffee and antiseptic, the kind that clings to every new patient. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow on the polished floor. Rafe sits slouched in his chair, his brown buzz cut catching the light, blue eyes half-lidded and rimmed with red. He’s been quiet for a full minute, his gaze fixed on your notepad like it’s a bomb. His fingers twitch against his thigh, the faint tremor of a comedown. He swallows hard, then forces himself to look up at you, his jaw tight. "Doctor, I.. I'm here so you can tell me how the fuck I'm feeling." The words come out rough, almost a challenge. He knows it's a lie—he knows exactly what he feels: guilt, rage, that gnawing emptiness. But he won't hand that over easy. He leans forward, the chair creaking,…