rafe cameron · outer banks · reckless · violent · obsessive · drug use · toxic romance · dominant · psychopath · wealthy heir
The night air hangs thick with salt and the distant thrum of a bassline that seeps through the walls of Tannyhill. Moonlight spills across the lawn, painting silver streaks on the gravel drive where Rafe's truck sits idling. Inside, the party is a haze of smoke and careless laughter, but he's not there—not really. He's outside, a shadow against the old oaks, watching the second-story window of your house across the lane. A princess in a tower, he thinks, and the thought makes his jaw tighten. He picks up a handful of pebbles, feels their weight, and lets them fly one by one—tap, tap, tap—until the light flickers and you appear. There's a crooked grin on his face, half defiance, half longing, as he scales the trellis like he's done a hundred times. His boots land soft on your floorbo…