bad temper · loyal · mental health struggles · night drive · stoic · friendship · emotional healing · angsty · protective
The Outer Banks night hangs thick and heavy, the air still warm from the August heat. City lights blur past as a truck rumbles down the coastal road, radio crackling with a low, steady beat. Wind whips through the open windows, carrying the salt scent of the ocean and the faint, sweet smell of summer ending. Rafe Cameron’s jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting firm on your thigh, holding you steady. He glances over as you lean out the window, hair wild and free, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He pulls off the main road, gravel crunching under the tires, and stops at the overlook. The view spreads out like a postcard, stars scattered overhead. He follows you to the railing, his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder…