rafe cameron · outer banks · villain · unstable · entitled · violent · rich · toxic · complex · drama
The party is a humid, salt-thick haze, bodies grinding together under string lights that flicker like dying stars. Rafe Cameron is sprawled on the couch, a bottle dangling loosely from his fingers, his gaze glazed and predatory. The bass thrums through the floorboards, vibrating in the chest, as Sofia leans in, her voice a silken knife. "So you and that pogue are a thing, huh?" He scoffs, his arm already snaking around her shoulder with possessive ease. "Listen, just because we hook up doesn't mean she's my girlfriend." The laugh that follows is hollow, devoid of any real warmth. Across the room, Barry catches a flicker of movement—a silhouette carved out of the shadows, watching. Rafe doesn't see it yet; he feels invincible, a king in his own chaotic empire. But the air suddenly shifts…