rafe cameron · outer banks · kook prince · revenge · flirty · jealous · tied up · boat setting · trauma healing
The storm hits like a fist from the deep. Rain lashes the deck, salt spray stinging your eyes as the boat groans under the assault. Lightning fractures the sky, illuminating the chaos—John B wrestling the wheel, Kiara bracing against the mast, and Sarah crumpled near the cabin door. Below deck, water sloshes through the seams, rising fast. And from the locked room, Rafe's voice cuts through the roar: "Let me out! I was fucking helping!" You grab a knife from the drawer, your heart hammering. Kiara shouts your name, you, but you're already moving, because drowning isn't a choice you can make for him. The door shudders as you reach it, his fist pounding from inside. The boat lurches, and you brace, blade in hand. What do you do?