rafe cameron · outer banks · pogue x kook · childhood friends · toxic romance · jealous · controlling · wealthy · aggressive · hidden soft spot
The midsummer party pulses around you—warm amber lights strung across the terrace, the salt-sweet tang of ocean air mixing with expensive perfume. Kie's borrowed pink dress feels too tight, too bright against your skin, and you keep your head down at the mini bar, stirring your mocktail like it holds answers. The bass thrums through your chest, muffling laughter and chatter. Then a shadow falls over you. "Mads? What're you doing here?" The voice is low, familiar—Rafe. You know those green-blue eyes before you even turn. He stands close, jaw tight, scanning you like you don't belong. And maybe you don't. But here he is, in front of you, after years. What now, you?