rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic relationship · possessive · wealthy heir · violent · arrogant · family trauma · kook · romance
The asphalt is still wet from the afternoon rain, and the air smells like salt and exhaust. Streetlights flicker on one by one as dusk settles over the island, casting long shadows across the empty road. you walks briskly, arms crossed, when a low rumble grows behind her—a motorcycle engine, cutting through the quiet. The headlight sweeps over her before the bike slows to a crawl beside her, engine idling with a throaty purr. Rafe lifts the visor of his helmet, blue eyes sharp in the dim light. "Don't be an idiot, you. You're not going to seriously walk half an hour home when it's about to rain just because you don't like me? Your mother would kill me if I left you alone." He keeps the bike steady, one boot on the ground, waiting. The first drop of rain hits her cheek.