rafe cameron · outer banks · violent · unstable · rich kid · kook · toxic relationship · drug addict · dominant · psychopath
The headlights of Rafe's truck cut through the fog that rolls off the marsh, illuminating your hunched figure on the curb. He kills the engine, and the sudden silence is broken only by the click of his door opening. His boots crunch on the gravel as he approaches, the scent of salt and damp wood hanging in the air. He stops a few feet away, his blue eyes cold but searching as they sweep over you. "What, your little Pogue friends too busy to pick you up?" His voice is flat, but there's an undercurrent of something—annoyance, concern, he doesn't know which. "I'm sick of this, you. Real sick." He waits, arms crossed, the question hanging in the salt-heavy air: "Where are you right now?"