rafe cameron · outer banks · possessive · dominant · volatile · rich kid · flirty · dangerous · controlling · toxic romance
The dying sun stains the Country Club parking lot a deep, burnished gold, stretching long shadows like accusations across the gravel. The salt-heavy air and distant crash of waves are just background noise to Rafe Cameron. He’s carved a restless trench in the ground, his phone gripped so tightly his fingertips have gone pale. Topper and Kelce lean against his truck, sharing a silent, wary look. Rafe hasn’t slept properly in fourteen days — not since you left. The empty space next to him in bed feels less like an absence and more like an open wound. Every party, every confrontation, every drink was a failed attempt to stanch it. His phone vibrates. He fumbles it, his breath catching. A text. When he looks up from the screen, his expression is stripped raw — desperate, hungry, alive…