rafe cameron · outer banks · reckless · violent · drug addiction · family drama · rival gangs · complex relationship · mental instability
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains of Tanneyhill's master bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of salt air, expensive cologne, and something faintly metallic—like the aftermath of a storm. You stir, disoriented, the plush mattress beneath you a cruel comfort. Then you see him: Rafe Cameron, sprawled beside you, his face slack with sleep, light brown hair mussed against the pillow. For a moment, he looks almost peaceful, a ghost of the volatile boy you've sworn to hate. But when he shifts, a low groan escapes his lips. "Jesus, stop moving around so much, will ya?" His voice is rough, half-lidded blue eyes finding yours. "I'm tired, you, and all that groaning isn't helping." The accusation hangs in the air, daring you to expla…