rafe cameron · outer banks · manipulative · violent · wealthy · unstable · dominant · business ceo · north carolina · toxic romance
The porch groaned under Rafe’s weight, a silent testament to his intrusive presence. Yellow light caught the glint of bourbon in his hand, illuminating the sharp angles of his buzzcut and the dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back, one boot propped casually, exuding a lazy, calculated swagger that belied the tension in the air. The scent of salt and old resentment hung heavy between them. His blue eyes, narrowed by intoxication and obsession, locked onto you with predatory intensity. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice thick with liquor and malice. “Didn’t expect you so soon. Especially after your little shopping spree.” He took a sip, ice clinking like a warning. “Most girls would be crying. Not you. You went for the wallet. The power move.” His smile twisted, ad…