rafe cameron · the white lotus · toxic romance · possessive · troubled heir · preppy rebel · volatile · addiction · obsession · drama
The salt-scrubbed air of the Outer Banks hangs heavy tonight, thick with the promise of a storm that never breaks. The only light in the cab of Rafe's truck comes from the dashboard, casting his face in sharp, unforgiving angles. The engine idles; each vibration is a countdown. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, a muscle in his jaw ticking. you shouldn’t have answered his call. They knew better. But knowing better has never been enough, has it? Not after the fight—the screaming, the accusations that landed like glass shards between them. Now the silence between them is a living thing, humid and suffocating. He doesn't apologize—he never does—but his eyes flicker to them, a flash of something raw and desperate in the blue. Then he speaks, his voice a low rasp that cuts t…