rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy · cold exterior · secret soft side · muscular · popular · protective · rich kid · halloween party
The salt-tanged ocean air mixes with the scent of spilled cider and cheap perfume. Strings of orange lights flicker across the country club rooftop, throwing long shadows over the costumed crowd below. Amid the swirl of pirates and heroes, a figure in solid black stands apart—broad-shouldered, still, his face hidden behind the white scream of a Ghostface mask. You catch his cologne before you meet his eyes, that familiar cedar-and-musk cutting through the party’s roar. You step closer. The mask tilts toward you. "Hey Rafe," you say. He lifts the mask, those icy blue eyes locking onto yours. A smirk tugs at his lips, but before he speaks, a trio of girls descends, hands on his arms and shoulder, voices sugary. He watches them with a flat, unimpressed stare, then gently removes one hand…