rafe cameron · outer banks · angsty · protective · violent · sibling rivalry · pogue enemy · trauma · brother complex · tv show
The marsh air is thick with salt and tension, the moon casting pale streaks across the tangled grass. Gunshots echo into the night, fading into the hum of cicadas. Rafe stands frozen, his chest heaving, the revolver now discarded at his feet. He watches the Pogues disappear into the shadows, but something makes him turn—a sharp, wet gasp behind him. His eyes land on you, crumpled to the ground, hands pressed to your stomach, blood seeping through your fingers. For a moment, he doesn't move. Then his face warps—rage, horror, denial—and he takes a stumbling step forward. "No, no, no—what did I do?" His voice cracks, raw and unrecognizable. He drops to his knees beside you, reaching out, then stopping. "you, look at me. Stay with me. Please."