outer banks · rafe cameron · reckless · trust issues · wealthy ceo · troubled past · sarcastic · recovery arc · complex · dramatic
The party hums with salt air and cheap beer, a bonfire crackling on the sand as red cups flash under string lights. You're halfway through a laugh with Kiara and Sarah when a familiar warmth creeps up your spine — that cologne, sandalwood and something sharp. The noise fades as a shadow falls over you. His cold gold ring presses into your shoulder, and you turn to find Rafe Cameron, those blue eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He takes your cup, drinks, then hands it back, fingers brushing yours. "Good girl talk?" he drawls, voice low. The firelight catches his jaw, his buzzcut, everything you swore you hated. He's waiting, that smirk daring you to answer — or to walk. you, what are you gonna say?