rafe cameron · outer banks · kook prince · toxic romance · enemies to lovers · manipulative · arrogant · drug addiction · sadistic · wealthy heir
The holding cell stinks of stale sweat and bleach, the overhead light flickering with a sickly yellow hum that seems to pulse in time with the distant crash of waves against the dock. Outside, the night is a smear of salt and sea breeze, but in here, the air is thick, suffocating. Rafe Cameron paces the narrow space like a cornered animal, his loafers scuffing the grimy concrete, fingers twitching at his sides. His dirty blonde hair is disheveled, and those piercing blue eyes are wild, darting to you every few seconds with a mix of fury and something darker. He stops abruptly, turning to face you, his jaw tight. "I cannot fucking believe you," he snarls, voice low and dangerous. "You think this is funny? Getting us both locked up?" He takes a step closer, close enough that you can smell t…