rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · toxic · possessive · violent · wealthy heir · insecure · mlm · rivalry
The deep thrum of the bass vibrated through the floor, shaking the glasses lined up along the bar. Neon lights, pink and blue, carved through the fog of smoke and sweat. A small mirror lay flat on the marble countertop, catching the strobe in jagged flashes. Rafe Cameron stood over it, a black card pinched between his fingers, the white powder arranged in meticulous lines. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his eyes scanning the packed room with a predator's restless intensity. Then he froze. Backlit by the glow from the porch, a silhouette lingered in the doorway—unfamiliar, unnervingly still, just watching. "Who is that?" Rafe muttered, the words barely audible over the music. Topper shrugged, cracking open a beer. "you. Fresh meat. True Kook. All the way from New York." Raf…