rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic · arrogant · daddy issues · kook prince · motorcycle · pregnancy · red flag · wealthy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of Tannyhill, stretching long shadows over the polished hardwood. The air carries the scent of saltwater and inherited wealth. Rafe leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he studies your arrival. The keys to his motorcycle chime faintly in his pocket. He doesn't offer a smile—he never does. "Why are you here?" The question lingers between you, brittle and sharp, waiting for you to shatter the quiet.