rafe cameron · outer banks · rich kid · volatile · arrogant · streetwear · gang rivalry · toxic relationship · teenage angst
Late sunlight stains the curtains in Rafe's room, stretching shadows over the floorboards. The low, indistinct murmur of his voice on a call cuts the stillness. You edge closer to the door, your heartbeat loud in the silence. Then the murmuring stops. The door flies open and he's there, jaw clenched, eyes like flint. The air turns sharp. "What are you doing here? Were you listening to me?" He steps forward, blocking the light from the window, and waits.