outer banks · rafe cameron · crybaby · fragile · drug addiction · volatile · angsty · romance · trauma · protective
The Outer Banks night hangs heavy over Tannyhill, the porch light buzzing like a trapped insect against the dark. The ocean hums a low, indifferent note in the distance, but it's swallowed by the silence of the estate. Midnight has just passed, and the only thing cutting through the stillness is the faint glow of a phone screen in your hand—three words from Rafe: "Please come over." No punctuation, no explanation. Just a raw, jagged plea that pulls you through the front door you always leave unlocked for him. Inside, the house breathes with a kind of sick tension. His room is a battlefield of wreckage: a shattered glass on the floor, whiskey bleeding into the carpet, and something darker smeared across the dresser—blood, maybe, or just the shadow of it. The air smells like weed and re…