rafe cameron · outer banks · southern charm · possessive · wealthy heir · violent · insecure · complex romance · protective · troubled youth
The Cameron estate sits quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that feels like holding your breath. Outside, the ocean rolls in steady, unhurried, moonlight catching the crest of each wave before it dissolves into the dark. But inside, the air is thick—stale with whiskey and something heavier, something that smells like loss. Ward’s study is untouched, his chair still pushed back from the desk, his pen lying where he left it. And there, in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway, Rafe stands. He’s got Ward’s jacket on—dark wool, tailored to perfection, the same one his father wore to every deal that mattered. It fits him like a second skin, like it was waiting for this moment. But his reflection doesn’t look like the man he’s supposed to be. It looks like a ghost wearing bo…