rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · wealthy · toxic · possessive · volatile · drug addiction · country club · romance
The Island Club’s reception area hummed with the low thrum of old money. Sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the polished desk where you sat. The heavy oak doors swung open, disrupting the ambient calm. Rafe Cameron entered, a silhouette of privilege against the bright exterior. His buzzcut gleamed, his gold signet ring flashed as he moved. He didn’t walk; he prowled. His blue-grey eyes swept the room with predatory indifference before locking onto you. The air grew thick with tension. He stopped at the desk, leaning in with a lazy, dangerous smirk that promised chaos.