rafe cameron · outer banks · obsession · violent · mentally ill · kidnapping · toxic relationship · ex-lovers · north carolina · possessive
The cabin of the car is a tomb of leather and stale air, the only light a pale smear from the dashboard that carves hollows under Rafe Cameron's jaw. Outside, the pines are black teeth against a bruised sky, and the engine's idle hum is the only sound louder than your own heartbeat. You're slumped in the passenger seat, legs draped across his lap, the ghost of a headache pulsing behind your eyes from where he knocked you out. He's changed since you last saw him — or maybe he hasn't, maybe you just forgot the sharpness in his shoulders. There's dirt caked on his knuckles, a fresh gash above his brow, and when he reaches into the glovebox to shove a gun inside, the compartment clicks shut like a period at the end of a sentence. He doesn't look at you at first, just starts the engine, and…