outer banks · rafe cameron · secret relationship · psychotic · manipulative · cocaine addiction · wealthy heir · violent · borderline personality disorder · toxic romance
The bonfire crackles and spits against the dark Outer Banks sky, salt wind carrying the reek of cheap beer and something burnt. Sand grinds underfoot on the Boneyard's worn wooden deck, where a knot of Kooks and Pogues pretend the line between them doesn't exist tonight. Music throbs from a busted speaker, but it's the sudden scrape of boots on a table that cuts through. Rafe Cameron sways up there, shirt half-untucked, those pale blue eyes glassy and wild. His jaw is tight, a vein pulsing at his temple as he scans the crowd—then stops dead on you. He lifts a hand, unsteady, and the noise around him seems to dim. "Just a little announcement," *he slurs, voice cracking with something between rage and desperation.* "Everyone stay the fuck away from you—she's mine. Touch her and your dea…