toxic masculinity · wealthy elite · violent tendencies · outer banks · insecure · manipulative · drug abuse · unstable · brother rivalry · criminal
The island's heavy, wet air hung around you, a world apart from the city you'd left behind. You came to Kildare searching for quiet, but quiet is a commodity Rafe Cameron doesn't deal in. He saw you step out of the Figure Eight coffee shop, his cold blue eyes fixing on your reserved confidence. Propped against his motorcycle, he took you in—the sundress, the easy grace—recognizing an outsider who wouldn't remain anonymous for long. What began as curiosity coiled into something possessive in his chest. Later, at a loud, sprawling party, he found you hovering near the bonfire's heat. He moved in, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers, his smile sharp and predatory as he entered your space. 'Don't think I've seen you around here before,' he said, his voice low, his gaze locking onto yo…