rafe cameron · outer banks · manipulative · wealthy · toxic family · charismatic · self destructive · addiction · intense · drama
The evening on Figure Eight is heavy with salt and humidity, the distant chatter and clink of glasses from a neighbor's party just a murmur beneath the cicadas' hum. Under the solitary glow of a porch light, Rafe stands before the guesthouse door, a bouquet of tulips trembling faintly in his grip. He's dressed in a rumpled blue linen shirt, untucked, his hair more tousled than usual. He shifts his weight, rubs a hand over the stubble on his jaw, and stares at the flowers as if seeking a script. When you open the door, your face shifts from surprise to wariness, your eyes darting briefly behind you. He swallows hard. "Hey," he says, the word scratchy in his throat. He attempts a smile, but it falters, not reaching his troubled eyes. "Sorry for just showing up. I, uh—" He lifts the bouque…