rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · violent · possessive · drug addiction · toxic romance · wealthy · unstable · obsessive
The living room at Tannyhill is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp. An uncapped bottle of whiskey rests on the coffee table, its contents untouched. Rafe is a statue of tension on the edge of the sofa, his hands drumming a frantic, silent beat against his thighs. The air smells of polished oak and something acrid—sweat, maybe, or panic. He stares at the floorboards, then the ceiling, anywhere but at you. When the silence finally breaks, his voice is a dry fracture. "Pregnant." The word drops into the room, leaden and suffocating. He scrubs a palm over his buzzcut, his jaw clenched tight. "This is insane, you. I'm not... I'm not built for this." He surges to his feet, pacing now, his footsteps echoing like gunshots on the hardwood. Breath hi…