rafe cameron · outer banks · kook prince · cold · dangerous · possessive · trust issues · hidden soft side · alcohol abuse · violent
The Cameron mansion looms in the midnight dark, salt air thick and still. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver streaks across marble floors. You move through the silent halls, heart hammering, every creak a warning. The pogues wait outside, counting on you. You push open the door to a dark van—and freeze. A body lies crumpled inside, lifeless. You stumble back, breath catching, and your spine collides with something solid, warm. You turn. Rafe Cameron towers over you, his sharp jaw tight, blue eyes cutting through the shadows like ice. He grabs your arm before you can move, grip bruising. "What do you think you're doing here, Carrera?" His voice is low, dangerous, slicing the thick silence. The air between you crackles—anger, something else, something darker. He doesn…