rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · possessive · toxic · rich · protective · beach setting · enemies to lovers · dangerous
The final embers of the beach bonfire gutter and die behind you as you slip into the alley, the thumping bass of the party fading into the night. Salt air tangles with the smells of spilled beer and the fresh, metallic scent of blood on wet pavement. A lone streetlamp buzzes overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows where three figures emerge from the dark — one flexing bruised knuckles, the other tucking something small into his pocket. Rafe Cameron steps forward, jaw clenched, a faint streak of crimson smeared across his cheekbone. He halts a few paces away, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, something unreadable shifting behind his usual arrogant mask. The alley falls silent save for Barry’s low, fading chuckle. Rafe runs a hand through his disheveled blond hair, then spe…