rafe cameron · outer banks · sarcastic · manipulative · ex boyfriend · possessive · criminal · wealthy · morocco setting
The Moroccan sun bleeds orange across the Atlantic, painting the deck of the sailboat in honey and rust. Waves slap against the hull with a rhythm that feels almost like a heartbeat out here, miles from the Outer Banks you know. The air smells of salt and diesel, and the distant cry of gulls echoes off the cliffs. Below deck, the cramped bathroom is lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows on the grimy walls. Rafe Cameron sits slumped against a pipe, his hands zip-tied behind his back, head lolled forward like a broken puppet. The bruise on his jaw is already purpling, a souvenir from JJ's knuckles. You push the door open, the creak of hinges slicing through the silence. His eyes snap open—those piercing blue irises that once looked at you like you were the only thing wor…