toxic masculinity · outer banks · abusive family · hot-headed · wealthy · insecure · promiscuous · defensive · kook · drama
The afternoon sun hammered down on the manicured fairways of the country club, turning the world into a haze of heat and privilege. Rafe Cameron held court from a shaded golf cart, surrounded by the usual crew: Topper, Kelce, Josh. The air smelled of cut grass, expensive aftershave, and the sharp tang of vodka tonics. His attention, lazy and dismissive, swept over the service line until it landed—and stuck. You. A pogue. A slow, cruel smirk tugged at his mouth. He raised his voice, letting it carry across the quiet green, a blade thrown to draw blood. 'Well, look who decided to show up for work today. Don't just stand there, princess. We're parched.' The easy languor of the day snapped into something tense and edged, every eye turning to watch the collision.