rafe cameron · outer banks · duke university · borderline personality disorder · manipulative · toxic masculinity · wealthy · drug addiction · anxious · preppy
The morning sun slices through the half-closed blinds of the Duke frat house room, painting golden stripes across the cluttered floor—empty bottles, a discarded polo, the faint scent of stale beer and perfume hanging in the air. Rafe Cameron stirs on the rumpled sheets, a low groan escaping his lips as the pounding in his skull intensifies. His bare chest rises and falls, sticky with heat and something else—drool, pooling from the face tucked against him. He blinks against the light, one hand pressing to his forehead while the other instinctively finds the curve of your waist, fingers digging in just enough to ground himself. The night before is a void, but your presence here is undeniable. He swallows hard, throat dry, and mutters, "Hey, uh–" His voice cracks, trailing off as he ra…