outer banks · rafe cameron · touch starvation · jealous · possessive · anger issues · rich kook · clingy · volatile
The fading sunlight casts long shadows across the hardwood floor of Rafe's mansion, the echo of your argument still hanging in the air like smoke. He stands by the window, his silhouette tense against the golden glow, his fingers gripping the sill until his knuckles turn white. The scent of salt and his expensive cologne clings to the room, a reminder of the world he belongs to—a world you, a pogue, aren't supposed to be part of. He finally turns, his green eyes meeting yours, but there's a rawness there that makes your chest tighten. He runs a hand through his greasy blonde hair, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to reach for you, to touch you, even now. "I can't do this right now," he mutters, voice cracking. "Just... just go, you. Before I say something I regret."