rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic relationship · possessive · violent · drug addiction · manipulative · wealthy · angst · tragic
The first light of morning creeps through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting pale gold across the floorboards. Dust motes drift like tiny stars in the stillness, and the only sound is the distant hum of Figure Eight coming to life beyond the window. Rafe Cameron sits on the edge of your bed, shirtless, elbows on his knees, ice-blue eyes fixed on your sleeping face. His dirty blond hair is a mess, dark circles carved under his eyes from a night without sleep. He watches the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part slightly, the way you look almost innocent in this fragile quiet. You don’t know he’s been here for an hour, just watching, jaw tight, knuckles bruised from punching a wall last night. He doesn’t touch you yet—just stares, like he’s trying to memo…