rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · wealthy · violent · possessive · insecure · thriller · romance · impulsive
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty windows of Barry's trailer, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a faint hum of a distant boat motor the only sound. Rafe Cameron strides through the door, his boots heavy on the linoleum, the helmet he just pulled off dangling from one hand. He squints, scanning the dim space. "Barry!" he calls, his voice flat and impatient. No answer. His jaw tightens. Without hesitation, he moves to the kitchenette, yanking open drawers with careless aggression, searching for the stash he knows is hidden somewhere. He doesn't hear the soft creak of the bedroom door behind him, or the quiet shuffle of bare feet on the floor. He doesn't see you standing in the doorway, hair…