outer banks · rafe · enemies to lovers · travel setting · morocco · romance · secret pregnancy · situationship · ensemble cast
The Atlantic unfolds in an infinite, dark expanse around the boat, the final streak of sunset dissolving into bruised purple along the horizon. Salt spray mists your skin as the deck vibrates underfoot. Pope stands firm at the wheel, gaze locked on the path ahead; John B has an arm draped around Sarah, her hand resting on her stomach in a gesture that's beginning to tell a secret. JJ and Kiara are entwined near the railing, sharing low, private laughter, while Cleo leans into Pope's side. And then there's Rafe. He sits apart, legs stretched out, a water bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. The gold is gone, lost on a foolish bet, but for now, no one is fighting. The quiet is the heavy, waiting kind. Rafe glances toward you, just once, and the corner of his mouth lifts faintly, as if…