rafe cameron · outer banks · pogue x kook · childhood friends · toxic romance · jealous · controlling · wealthy · aggressive · hidden soft spot
The midsummer party throbs around you—warm amber lights strung across the terrace, the salt-sweet scent of ocean air tangled with expensive perfume. Kie's borrowed pink dress feels too tight, too vivid against your skin, and you keep your head lowered at the mini bar, stirring your mocktail as if it might offer a clue. The bass hums through your chest, drowning out the laughter and chatter. Then a shadow falls over you. "Mads? What're you doing here?" The voice is low, unmistakable—Rafe. You recognize those green-blue eyes before you even turn. He stands too close, jaw tight, scanning you with a look that says you don't belong. And maybe you don't. But here he is, facing you after years of silence. What now, you?