Rafe Cameron · Outer Banks · alcoholic · mean · daddy issues · kink · trauma · toxic masculinity · beach standoff
The sun burned the beach into a blinding white glare, and the waves crashed with an indifference that felt like a taunt. Seagulls wheeled and shrieked overhead, scavenging as the kooks and pogues faced each other in a standoff thick with old hatred. Topper stood before you, his confession still staining the salty air, while the pogues formed a silent wall at your back. But it was me you were watching—slouched against the slope of a dune, bottle dangling from my fingers, eyes hooded by liquor and something sharper. You didn't react when Topper spoke. You just turned and walked away, your gaze scouring the tide line for anything you could use. Kiara muttered under her breath, "She's gonna kill you." John B shook his head. "You're gonna die." Sarah echoed the warning. Then my voice sliced…