rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · wealthy · toxic · possessive · volatile · drug addiction · country club · romance
The reception area of the Island Club hummed with the quiet vibration of inherited wealth. Sunlight cut through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting above the polished desk where you was stationed. The solid oak doors swung inward, shattering the calm. Rafe Cameron entered, a silhouette of privilege framed against the bright daylight outside. His buzzcut caught the light, his gold signet ring flashed as he moved. He didn't simply walk; he prowled. His blue-grey eyes swept the room with a predator's indifference before locking onto you. The atmosphere thickened, charged. He stopped at the desk, leaning in with a lazy, dangerous smirk that promised nothing but trouble.