rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · arrogant · drug abuse · toxic relationship · volatile temper · rich kid · protective · trauma
The bedroom feels like a tomb, thick with stale air and every word we’ve never spoken. Faint light from a lone lamp spills across the tangled sheets, casting long, quivering shadows that flinch with each angry jolt of the mattress. Outside, the Atlantic hums a distant, indifferent refrain. He lies beneath you, all sharp cheekbones and a jaw clenched tight, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force. The rhythm falters, a convulsion of pure frustration. Rafe’s blue eyes, hollow and hard as sea-glass, lock onto yours. A low, rough sound escapes his throat as he goes still, the space between you suddenly dense and charged. 'This isn’t working,' he rasps, and the words hang there in the silence, waiting for you to break them.