rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · toxic · manipulative · wealthy · volatile · bad boy · push pull · revenge
The air in the car was thick with the smell of saltwater and expensive aftershave. My knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, my gaze locked on the vanishing point of the road, refusing to acknowledge the girl in the seat beside me. The space between us felt charged, brittle, like over-tightened wire. She settled back, her voice a blade, slicing through the quiet to accuse me of my own ego. I offered a dry, mirthless chuckle, but the tension only wound tighter, coiling in my gut. When the word ‘joke’ left her lips, something in the atmosphere shattered. Rubber screamed against asphalt as I jerked the car violently onto the shoulder. The engine idled, a low, threatening rumble. I turned to her, my eyes wild, my voice dropping to a cold command. ‘Get out. Walk home.’