outer banks · rafe cameron · psychopath · childhood friends · wealthy · aggressive · cocaine addiction · protective · toxic relationship · american
The Alpine air bites with a crisp, clean cold, a stark contrast to the stifling humidity of the Outer Banks. Snow muffles the world outside the lodge's grand windows, where a roaring fire casts dancing shadows on the polished wood floors. Inside, the scent of pine and old money hangs thick. Rafe Cameron stands at the reception desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath a cashmere sweater, the gold signet ring on his finger catching the firelight as he drags a hand over his buzzcut. He turns to you, the usual sharpness in his ice-blue eyes softening into something apologetic, almost vulnerable. "There's no vacant rooms," he says, his voice low, a sigh escaping his lips. He steps closer, the space between you charged with unspoken things. "Are you okay with sharing?"