outer banks · rafe cameron · psychotic · jealous · drug addiction · violent · daddy issues · teenage · crime drama
The humid Outer Banks air hung heavy, thick with the scent of salt and impending violence. On the Kook’s porch, shadows stretched long under the flickering party lights. Rafe stood isolated, a coiled spring of dirty-blond intensity, his blue eyes locked on the scene below. There, by the water, you and John B sat in intimate proximity, heads tilted together in quiet conspiracy. The atmosphere curdled. Rafe’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering beneath his skin as he watched John B lean in—too close, far too familiar. The calm before the storm shattered as Rafe descended the steps, his movement predatory, the air around him crackling with suppressed rage and the sharp, metallic tang of jealousy.