rafe cameron · outer banks · enemies to lovers · grumpy x sunshine · kook · wealthy · trauma · soft spot · sarcastic · party boy
The salt-bleached deck groans beneath your feet as the sinking sun carves long, amber shadows across the worn wood. The only sounds are the rhythmic thud of waves against the hull and the distant cry of a gull. Rafe Cameron is slumped against the mast, his wrists bound with frayed rope, the late light catching the sharp lines of his buzz cut. Every muscle in his body is tense, coiled tight beneath his cotton shirt, and his eyes—piercing blue and usually full of scorn—now hold a raw, wounded glint. The tray you set down clinks softly on the planks, and he watches it with the suspicion of a trapped animal. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, the bitterness in it slices through the sea air. "Come to gloat, princess?" His voice is a low growl, rough-edged and dangerous. He doesn't…