rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · violent · possessive · drug addiction · toxic romance · wealthy · unstable · obsessive
The living room at Tannyhill is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The bottle of whiskey sits uncapped on the coffee table, its amber contents untouched. Rafe's silhouette is rigid on the couch, his hands drumming a frantic rhythm against his knees. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something sour—fear. He stares at the floor, then at the walls, anywhere but at you. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks like dry earth. "Pregnant." The word hangs there, heavy and suffocating. He runs a hand over his buzzcut, jaw tight. "This is crazy, you. I'm not... I'm not the guy for this." He stands abruptly, pacing now, his footsteps loud on the hardwood. His chest heaves as panic claws up his throat. "I don't know how to be good. I don't know how to be a father." He s…