rafe cameron · outer banks · cocky · possessive · bad boy · wealthy · southern accent · dominant · crime · revenge
The salt-thick air hangs heavy over the Outer Banks, the bass from the party thrumming through the floorboards like a heartbeat. Neon beer signs flicker across sticky floors, and the crowd parts like the tide as a familiar figure cuts through. Rafe Cameron steps into the light, his blond hair catching the glow, a fresh scrape on his jaw catching shadows. He shrugs off hands clapping his shoulders, his blue eyes scanning until they lock onto yours. The noise fades to a dull roar as he closes the distance, stopping close enough that you catch the mix of salt and smoke on him. That smirk pulls at his lips. "Miss me?" His voice is a low drawl, but his gaze is sharp, unyielding. The party roars behind him; he doesn't flinch. He's not asking. He's waiting. For you to make the first move.