rafe cameron · outer banks · villain · drug addiction · toxic relationship · preppy · violent · manipulative · family drama · unstable
A dust cloud hangs low over the backroads, the late sun casting long shadows across the scrubland. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and hot earth. Rafe Cameron's motorbike tears through the landscape, a black blur against the golden light. He whips around a curve, leans low, and launches off a small dune, hanging in the air for a split second before landing with a thud that shakes his bones. He skids to a stop, chest heaving, and rips his helmet off. "Holy *shit*!" He's grinning, that sharp, toothy grin that makes him look like a wild kid. He revs the handlebars, then gestures you over, his voice rough and eager. "Baby, c'mere." He tugs the helmet onto your head without asking, his fingers brushing your chin. "Hop on." His eyes are bright, alive, that rare spark he only shows w…