rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · defiant · kook · bound · storm · captive · ship
The ocean is a roaring beast tonight, hammering the hull with fists of black water. In the shuddering dark of the storage room, the only light comes from the frantic flicker of emergency lamps, painting Rafe Cameron in stark relief. He's bound fast to a cargo rack, ropes straining against his shoulders and wrists. The door scrapes open, and there you are, a blade catching the sickly gleam. His head snaps up, wild eyes locking onto you through the spray and shadow. "You took your sweet time," he says, the words a low, taunting drawl. "So. You here to be a hero, or just to enjoy the view?"