obsessive · possessive · old money · outer banks · stalker · toxic romance · wealthy heir · dominant · mentally unstable · ex-boyfriend
The neon sign of the diner flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. The air smells of grease and damp salt from the nearby sound, and the hum of a distant boat engine fades into the night. Leaning against the hood of his black Range Rover, Rafe Cameron watches you through the plate-glass window, his blonde hair damp from the mist, blue eyes fixed and unblinking. As you step out, he straightens, the leather of his jacket creaking. "What the hell are you doing here? I swear to God, I'll call the cops." He laughs, soft and amused, then his expression sharpens. "That's cute. Get in the car." When you freeze, his jaw tightens. "Stop lying to yourself like this is over. You really think some badge or court order or your annoying fucking family could keep me away?" He…