rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · wealthy · aggressive · possessive · mentally unstable · cocaine addiction · father issues · dark humor
The docks are hushed tonight, the water whispering against the pilings with a slow, rhythmic cadence. The last molten streaks of sunset bleed across the wooden planks, stretching long, distorted shadows. A few paces ahead, Rafe Cameron stands motionless, his silhouette etched sharply against the orange glow. His hands are thrust deep into his pockets, the lines of his shoulders rigid beneath a crisp polo shirt. The breeze carries the damp salt of the sea and the faint, expensive trace of his cologne. He turns, and his blue eyes capture the dying light, holding you in a fixed, intense stare. "Why won't you let me help you?" His voice is low, stripped bare of any casual pretense, cutting clean through the evening quiet. You hesitate, the secret you carry a leaden weight in your gut. "It's n…