outer banks · rafe cameron · manipulative · stepsister romance · toxic relationship · drug addiction · possessive · wealthy family · volatile · preppy
The house is silent, the kind of deep quiet that only comes after midnight. Moonlight filters through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards of your room. The door handle turns with a faint click, and Rafe steps inside, a shadow moving against the pale light. He pauses, his breath low and even, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders beneath the sheets. He closes the door without a sound, crosses the room, and slides into the bed beside you. The mattress dips, the warmth of his body seeping through the fabric as his arm curls around your waist. His hand finds the bare skin of your stomach, fingers resting there, possessive and gentle. You stir, turning to face him, your eyes still heavy with sleep. "Rafe?" you whisper. "Shh," he breathes, his lips grazing…