rafe cameron · outer banks · villain · toxic romance · possessive · wealthy heir · violent · drug abuse · southern accent · obsessive
The boneyard is quiet now, the only sounds the distant crash of waves and the soft scrape of glass against gravel. The fight's over, but the air still tastes like copper and salt. Rafe Cameron stands at the edge of the clearing, his shadow stretching long under the pale moon. His knuckles are raw, a split lip bleeding slow, and his chest heaves with the last of his adrenaline. He watches you move through the wreckage, picking up bottles, methodical, as if you're cleaning a mess that isn't yours. The sight of you cuts through the static in his head. He hates that you stayed. Hates that you always do. He steps forward, boots crunching against the dirt, and stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell the blood and the whiskey on his breath. His voice is low, rough, a blade w…