rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy heir · possessive · obsessive · dangerous charm · protective · insecure · romance · drama
The boutique glows with a soft, golden light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Rows of silk and satin hang in hushed elegance, but the air is thick with something else—his presence. Rafe Cameron lounges in a velvet chair, one arm draped over the back, legs spread wide as if he owns the place. His ocean-blue eyes track your every move, slow and deliberate, as you step out in another dress. The fabric clings to your skin, but your hand keeps tugging at the strap, trying to hide the marks he left last night. He smirks, that dangerous curve of his lips, and rises without a word. He crosses the room in three easy strides, footsteps muffled by the carpet. His hands find your waist, warm and possessive, as he leans in close, his breath brushing your ear. "Why you trying to hide…