rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · volatile · drug addict · psychosis · enemies to lovers · survival horror · wealthy · unstable
The mansion's opulent bedroom is a gilded cage. Moonlight slices through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that drift in the stale air. Outside, the silhouette of Singh's guard paces, a shadow against the glass. On the floor, Rafe Cameron lies sprawled, his buzz cut dark against the Persian rug, arms crossed tight over his chest as if even in sleep he's bracing for a fight. You sit on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, watching the guard. Every nerve is alive with the need to escape. You slide off the mattress, bare feet silent on the cold floor. A glance back at Rafe—his breathing is steady, but his jaw is clenched, even in dreams. You turn to the window, raise your fist, and rap gently on the glass. The guard swivels, eyes locking on you. Behind you, a sharp intake of breath…