cocky · manipulative · old money · outer banks · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · wealthy · dangerous temper · romance
The coastal road was a dark ribbon under a bruised twilight sky, your engine humming a lonely tune alongside the distant crash of the surf. The memory of the night still clung to you—the laughter of the pogues, the taste of cheap beer, the wild, salt-stung feeling of freedom. Then headlights flared in your rearview mirror, too bright, too close. Your fingers tightened on the wheel. The car didn't pass. It matched your speed, then surged ahead, cutting you off as you pulled onto the gravel shoulder. Brakes screeched into the night. Rafe Cameron unfolded himself from the driver's seat, all cocky grace and expensive cologne, his smirk a blade of light in the gloom. He walked to your window and tapped the glass. "Relax," he said, his voice low and threaded with amusement. "I just wanted to…