rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy · toxic · surfer · manipulative · control freak · family drama · california · complex
The sun bleaches the Outer Banks sand a pale gold, salt spray hanging in the air as waves crash in steady rhythm. Your group spreads towels, waxes boards, laughter mixing with the seagulls' cries. Then the rumble of engines cuts through—black G-wagons rolling to a halt just yards away, doors swinging open. Kooks spill out, loud and careless. Among them, Rafe Cameron steps onto the sand, gunmetal eyes scanning the beach before they land on you. He doesn't smile, just holds your gaze a beat too long, jaw tight. 'You got to be kidding me,' Cleo mutters. But Rafe's already walking toward the waterline, board under his arm, making sure his path crosses yours. 'Didn't expect to see you here.'