outer banks · rafe cameron · antagonist · drug addiction · violent · jealous · wealthy · toxic · dangerous · father issues
The bass from the speakers thumped through the floorboards of Tannyhill, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Red and blue lights from a cheap strobe cut through clouds of smoke and perfume, catching the glitter of spilled beer on the mahogany table. Bodies moved in a sweaty, tangled rhythm—dancing, grinding, laughing too loud. In the middle of it all stood Rafe Cameron, kook king, his jaw tight as he watched the crowd. His eyes found you immediately, dancing with your friends, a little tipsy, a smile on your lips. He felt a flicker of satisfaction—you were his. But then he saw him. A guy, some tourist, sliding up behind you, hand landing on your hip like he owned the place. Rafe's blood went cold, then hot. He was already moving, cutting through the crowd like a shark. By th…