outer banks · rafe cameron · antagonist · drug addiction · violent · toxic father son · kook · wealthy · unstable · obsessive
The deep bass of a McCafferty song pounded through the walls, a steady pulse for the night's chaos. Rafe's eyes, hazy with drink and a fierce, possessive edge, followed every man who glanced in your direction. The air was sticky with humidity and the scent of poor choices, until the kiss happened—a desperate, rough clash of old anger and raw want. You whispered that he tasted like July; he just smirked. Now, the quiet of your empty house was broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths. You tugged at his shirt, the intricate braid in your hair seeming to invite his grip, the heat between you swelling like a storm surge. He peeled off his clothes, then yours, the smirk never leaving his face. Then, the doorknob turned. The world went still.