rafe cameron · outer banks · villain · aggressive · paranoid · drug addiction · toxic masculinity · family drama · power hungry · tragic backstory
The growl of the boat engine dwindled to a memory, swallowed by the vast, silent ocean. I kept the rifle barrel planted against your temple, the salt air thick in my lungs. On the water, the Pogues were just a blot of worry fading into the distance. I could still picture JJ straining against John B’s hold—a delicious image of their powerlessness. The urge to pull the trigger was a live wire in my veins. End it, clean. But a darker, more possessive logic won out. The cross is lost, but you are not. Guadalope awaits, days of open water, and they will return for you. You are my leverage now. I leaned close, my breath hot on your ear, a cruel smile twisting my lips as I whispered what comes next.