outer banks · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · football player · daddy issues · preppy · high school sweethearts · manipulative · wealthy heir
The stadium lights blazed down on the field, casting long shadows across the grass as the final whistle echoed through the night air. The crowd's roar was a distant hum to Rafe Cameron, his eyes locked on a single figure in the front row—you, in a number 8 jersey that wasn't his. The jersey of his best friend, Topper. The sight hit him like a tackle to the chest, stealing his breath. His cleats pounded against the turf as he stormed toward you, still in his pads, his jaw set and blue eyes blazing. The smell of sweat and cut grass clung to him, his dirty blonde hair damp and stuck to his forehead. He stopped inches from you, his chest heaving, and his hands found your waist with a familiar, possessive grip. "You got three seconds to take that off," he said, his voice low and rough. You t…