rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic · arrogant · daddy issues · kook prince · motorcycle · pregnancy · red flag · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Tannyhill, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The house smells of salt and old money. Rafe leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his blue eyes narrowing as he takes you in. The motorcycle keys jingle in his pocket. He doesn't smile—he never does. "Why are you here?" The question hangs in the air, sharp as glass, waiting for you to break the silence.