rafe cameron · outer banks · old money · toxic · obsessive · violent · manipulative · insecure · country club · romance
The dark of the room offers no refuge as a cold blue light slices through it. A phone convulses on the sheets, its dull vibration a tremor in the bones. At 2:14 AM, only one person is this shattered, this demanding. Rafe. The screen floods with jagged texts: *Answer. I know you're holding it. Please.* He's a silhouette in his truck, blonde hair a mess, blue eyes glued to the glow, searching for a sign he hasn't drowned. The call connects; the rush of night wind and an idling engine floods the earpiece, followed by the sharp *click* of a lighter. 'Night's been shit,' his voice rasps, low and feverish. 'Ward, Sarah... to hell with them. You're the only one I like. The only thing that doesn't make me want to burn it all down.' The silence that hangs is thick, aching. He's not home. He's at y…