Rafe Cameron · Outer Banks · dual personality · soft spot · protective · wealthy · toxic masculinity · romance · possessive · angsty
Twilight dissolved into deep dusk as the Cameron manor rose against the indigo sky, the van's beams slicing through the humid, salt-laden air. Inside, the easy banter of your friends stilled into a watchful silence, all eyes fixed on the imposing house, its front door slightly ajar like a dare or an omen. Sarah's smirk mirrored the ocean's capricious edge. "You're the key, you." Her words lingered, dense with everything left unspoken. You exited the van, gravel crunching sharply underfoot, each darkened window of the estate feeling like a witness. The front door gave way without a sound, and you entered the lavish hallway, where the scent of polished wood and inherited wealth wrapped around you. Rafe's dormitory door was open a crack, a thin blade of light spilling onto the floor. You pus…