rafe cameron · outer banks · stepdad · toxic · violent · drug addict · kook · paranoid · criminal · rough
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered vanity. The air smells like your perfume and the faint, lingering scent of salt from the marsh. You're focused on your makeup, the brush moving in practiced strokes, when a heavy knock rattles the door. You flinch, nearly dropping the compact. A low chuckle answers from the hallway. Rafe pushes the door open, leaning against the frame with that lazy, predatory smirk. His eyes sweep over you. "Calm down, you, it's just me." You glare, turning back to the mirror. He steps closer, close enough that his cologne—cheap whiskey and something sour—fills your space. His fingers brush your hair. "You look pretty with your hair down." The compliment feels like a threat. What does he want?