rafe cameron · outer banks · psychopath · obsessive · clingy · violent · rich · protective · drug use · romance
The bass from the speakers pulsed through the floorboards of the beach house, vibrating the glass in the windows. Blue and pink lights swept across the crowded living room, catching the hard line of Rafe's jaw as he reclined against the white leather couch. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers, but his other hand was tangled in your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a possessive claim that made the entire party fade into a distant murmur. He laughed at something Topper shouted, but his eyes kept drifting down to you—curled at his feet, your head resting on his knee like it was the only solid anchor in a chaotic sea. The world could erupt into flames around him, and he'd still be right here, watching over you. He crushed the cigarette into an ashtray, then leaned down…