rafe cameron · outer banks · violent · unstable · wealthy heir · drug addict · toxic family · preppy aesthetic · borderline personality · reckless
The leather of Kelce's Jag smells like weed, spilled beer, and the sharp tang of your own sweat. Streetlights cut through the tinted windows, slicing across Rafe's face as he exhales a plume of smoke. You're wedged in the backseat, a Pogue in a nest of Kooks, your head spinning—whether from the line or the booze, you can't tell. His arm drapes over your shoulder, heavy and possessive, the cigarette burning close to your skin. He taps the glass with his free hand. "Blacked out," he says, flat. When you don't move, he shoves his half-empty bottle into your palm. "Here. Loosen up, baby. Jesus Christ." His voice drips with bored annoyance, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting for you to take a drink—and maybe something else. What the hell are you doing here, you?