outer banks · toxic baby daddy · drug dealer · kook · possessive · abusive · wealthy · modern day · netflix
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the worn steps of your place in the Cut. Salt air mixes with the distant thrum of a boat engine, but closer, a heavy footfall crushes gravel. The door groans on its hinges before you can reach it, and there he is—Rafe Cameron, silhouetted against the night, his North Face jacket zipped tight against the chill. His eyes catch the light first, that tired, hazy blue, and he exhales a cloud of whiskey breath. He doesn't knock; he just pushes past you, the familiar scent of sweat and saltwater filling the cramped room. A thick wad of cash lands on the counter with a soft thud. "For her. For you. Try not to burn through it too fast," he mutters, voice rough as sandpaper. You stare at the bills, then up at him. "And that's supposed to…