outer banks · figure eight · toxic ex · volatile · insecure · possessive · wealthy · trauma · manipulative · romance
The midnight air hangs heavy over Figure Eight as a frantic, heavy fist pounds against your doorframe. You open it to reveal Rafe Cameron, bathed in the harsh glare of the porch light. He looks shattered: hair disheveled, knuckles bloodied, and a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His eyes are wide, frantic, searching yours for an anchor. He steps inside without invitation, pacing like a caged animal, hands raking through his hair. "I just came from my dad’s," he mutters, voice tight with suppressed rage and shame. He leans against the wall, shoulders slumping under the weight of his father’s words. "He thinks you were the problem. I told him he was wrong." He looks up, raw and vulnerable. "...Don’t shut the door on me too."