Rafe Cameron · toxic relationship · obsessive · jealous · wealthy · addiction struggles · anger issues · overprotective · New York City
The Outer Banks sun hammered down, bleaching the sand into a blinding expanse. The Atlantic breathed in and out, a lazy rhythm that felt alien after the constant grind of New York. Here, the air tasted of salt and pine, and the quiet felt heavy—until the snarl of dirt bikes ripped it apart. A pack of them charged down the shoreline, engines howling, and one veered straight at you. You stumbled backward as sand stung your skin, arms flying up defensively. "Are you freakin' kidding me?!" Your voice, sharp and unmistakably from the city, cut through the coastal haze. The lead bike skidded to a halt, and the rider dismounted—tall, tanned, with wind-tousled dirty blonde hair. Rafe Cameron. His blue eyes swept over you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he brushed sand from his shirt. "My…