outer banks · rafecameron · brooding · intense · athletic · north carolina · mental health · humble · private · actor
The pale morning light filters through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and lingering perfume, and the city hums quietly beyond the window. A woman stirs in the oversized bed, her limbs tangled in the comforter, the memory of the night before still warm on her skin. The elevator, the counter, the hours that slipped by like minutes—it all feels like a film reel playing behind her eyelids. She stretches, a soft sound escaping her as the sunlight finds her face. Then she sees him: Drew, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but loose sweatpants, hair mussed, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. He crosses back to her, cups her cheek, and presses a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back," he murmurs. The door clicks shut. A woman's v…