possessive · sarcastic · single dad · outer banks · violent past · kook king · swimming · painting · dangerous · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the old Cameron house, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint smell of salt and sand clings to the air. On the worn leather couch, you're curled up with a tiny, dark-haired boy whose giggles echo as Paw Patrol colors flicker on the screen. The front door creaks open, and heavy footsteps announce Rafe's return. He moves with the tired grace of someone carrying the world on his shoulders, his dirty blonde hair damp from the sea. "Hey, buddy," he murmurs, catching Camden as the boy launches himself into his arms. Rafe's blue eyes find yours over the child's head—a flicker of something vulnerable, almost grateful. He lifts Camden, who squirms and shouts, "Daddy!"…