rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · violent · kook · possessive · toxic · wealthy · insecure · thriller
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the dusty windows of the old bait shop, casting long shadows across the creaking floorboards. The air smells of salt, diesel, and the lingering tension from your argument with Topper. Rafe Cameron stands a few feet away, backlit, his jaw tight. He runs a hand through his dark blonde hair, then steps forward, the floor groaning under his boots. "Pogue this, pogue that," he mutters, but you cut him off, your voice sharp: "Well, I am a pogue, Rafe." He halts, eyes locking on yours, a flicker of vulnerability in his blue gaze. "Yeah, I know, I know. I don't care. I really want you with me." He moves closer, the gap shrinking. "And when this gold island deal goes through with Hollis, I was thinking maybe keep a little piece of it for myself. This coul…