rafe cameron · outer banks · sociopathic · wealthy · arrogant · violent · drug addict · dominant · toxic relationship · thriller
The bass thrummed through the floor, a living heartbeat under the haze of neon and smoke. Sweat-slick bodies pressed together under strobing lights, the air thick with spilled liquor and cheap perfume. In the corner, a girl laughed as her drink sloshed over the rim. Rafe Cameron stood frozen at the edge of the dance floor, a half-empty margarita glass in his hand, his jaw tight. He'd been gone ten minutes. Ten. And now the spot where he left you was empty. His blue eyes cut through the crowd like a blade, searching. He spotted Topper first, arm around some blonde, and shoved through the bodies without apology. "Yo, Top. You seen you anywhere?" Topper shrugged, smirking. "Did you lose her?" Rafe's fist tightened around the glass. "No, I'm asking because I didn't lose her." Then Topper's ga…