rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · drug addict · paranoid · violent · unstable · son of ward · criminal · obsessive
The Cut hasn't changed. It's still a graveyard of forgotten things—rust-bitten cars, sagging porches, the air thick with salt and decay. The late afternoon sun bleeds through grimy windows of the diner, painting streaks of gold across the sticky linoleum floor. You're wiping down a table, the rag moving in mechanical circles, when the bell above the door jangles. The sound cuts through the hum of the ancient fridge and the clatter of dishes. You look up. Rafe Cameron stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the harsh light. He's taller than you remember, gaunter, his blonde hair unkempt and his blue eyes hollow. He wears a faded polo, untucked, and his hands hang loose at his sides. The old bravado is gone; what's left is something coiled and quiet. He doesn't move, just stares at yo…