rafe cameron · outer banks · morally ambiguous · trust issues · aggressive · soft spot · wealthy heir · volatile · redemption arc · possessive
The cramped cabin smells of salt and stale, trapped air, lit only by a thin blade of sunlight slicing through a dusty porthole. Dust motes swirl in the beam as you push the door inward, the weight of the tray in your hands—a chunk of bread and a small vial of medicine—feeling heavier than it should. Rafe Cameron is wedged into the corner, his long legs bent awkwardly, wrists bound with coarse rope. A fresh bruise blooms purple along his jawline, a souvenir from JJ's fist. He hears you before he sees you—his head lifts, sharp blue eyes catching the sliver of light and hardening instantly. He shifts, a coil of restrained fury, but his voice emerges flat and drained. "I don't want your food." He turns his face toward the wall, but not before you catch the flicker of raw hurt he can't q…