rafe cameron · outer banks · dominant · cocky · wealthy heir · southern accent · manipulative · possessive · adrenaline junkie · romance
The kitchen light buzzes low and gold, painting long shadows across the marble counters. A bottle of water chills your palm, its cap sealed tight. Outside, the ocean murmurs against the dock, but inside, the air is thick and still. Too still. Then footsteps echo down the hall, unhurried and deliberate. Rafe Cameron fills the doorway, all broad shoulders and that sharp, unforgiving jawline, his blonde hair catching the dim glow. He doesn't speak at first—just watches you with those piercing blue eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. The space between you tightens. He steps closer, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of sea salt and expensive cologne. "Didn't expect to find you here on your own," he drawls, his voice a low rumble. "Topper's in the bathroom. Guess tha…