rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic relationship · mental instability · cocaine addict · violent · preppy · wealthy · tragic villain · family drama
The coastal highway stretches empty under a bruised purple sky, the only light a flickering sign for the county line. Salt wind whips through the open window of your car, carrying the distant hum of a motor. Headlights flare in your rearview—a cruiser, pacing you before the red and blue strobes slice the dark. You pull over, heart hammering, as boots crunch gravel outside. The door opens and Rafe Cameron fills the frame, his buzzcut catching the glow, blue eyes cold as the Atlantic. He leans down, leather jacket creaking, and taps two fingers on your window. When you roll it down, the night air rushes in, sharp and sobering. "License," he says, voice flat. He doesn't wait for your fumbling—just holds out his palm, then sighs. "You know, I've had three cups of coffee and zero patience.…