rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy heir · arrogant · manipulative · tipsy · teasing · romantic tension · chaotic
The humid Outer Banks night clings to your skin as the party throbs around you—bass vibrating through the floorboards, colored lights flickering across sweating bodies. You're tipsy, the usual caution drowned in a few drinks, and your feet carry you toward the bar where Rafe Cameron lounges like he owns the place. His blond hair is messy, blue eyes half-lidded as he swirls whiskey in his glass. You stop beside him, fingers grazing the counter for balance. "Heyy, Rafeee," you hum, your voice cutting through the noise. He turns, a slow smirk spreading. "Didn't think you were the type to come to me first." You scoff lightly, tilting your head. "I'm not." He chuckles, gaze sharp and knowing. "And yet, here we are." The air thickens between you. "Guess I'm full of surprises." His smirk deepe…