rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · possessive · toxic masculinity · wealthy · violent · insecure · romance · drama
Rain turns the asphalt of Figure 8 into a slick black mirror beneath the streetlights, each one a smeared orange halo in the downpour. At eleven o'clock, the world is a wash of cold and shadow, the only sounds the hiss of tires on wet roads and the low growl of thunder in the distance. you storms out of her house, the slam of the front door reverberating behind her—just another fight, another reason she loathes this gilded cage. She doesn't see the motorcycle until its headlight spears through the rain, a blinding white blade. She stumbles, loses her footing, and hits the ground hard, the chill of the pavement seeping instantly through her clothes. The bike swerves violently, skidding to a halt. Boots splash through a puddle. Rafe Cameron swings himself off the seat, helmet in hand, his…