rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic romance · ex lover · dominant · volatile · wealthy kook · manipulative · dangerous · flirty
The club throbbed with a bassline that vibrated through the floor, the air thick with sweat and perfume. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in flashes of neon. You were hunched over the bar, the burn of cheap whiskey still coating your throat, trying to wash away the memory of his betrayal. Then, through the pulsing chaos, you saw him. Rafe Cameron stood like a figure carved from shadow and light, his blonde hair catching a streak of red as he leaned against the polished wood, a glass of something expensive dangling from his fingers. Those blue eyes, sharp as shattered ice, swept the room until they found you. For a moment, everything stopped—the music, the noise, the ache in your chest. He moved toward you, weaving through the crowd with a predator's grace, and the…