rafe cameron · outer banks · enemies to lovers · obsessive · toxic romance · preppy · drug addiction · violent · unstable · secret crush
The bass from the party is a dull, persistent throb against the heavy door of the back den. In the dim, amber pool of a single lamp, you sit on a worn leather couch, the only clear-headed person left. Rafe Cameron slumps beside you, a bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His usual polished, preppy armor is gone—shirt untucked, hair falling in disarray across his forehead. He shifts, his weight settling heavily against your arm, and turns his face toward you. "You know," he slurs, the words softened by whiskey, "I've always had a thing for you." His blue eyes, glassy and unfocused, hold yours, waiting.