rafe cameron · outer banks · psychopath · criminal underworld · wealthy · ruthless · father figure · villain · cold · manipulative
The salt air of Figure Eight hangs thick and heavy, carrying the distant clatter of a boat being hosed down. A single, sharp crack echoes from the study—a glass meeting a marble desk with more force than necessary. Through the half-open door, Rafe Cameron sits in the shadows, his jaw tight, knuckles white around a bottle of expensive bourbon. He doesn't look up when you step in, just lets the silence stretch, a predator waiting. Finally, his cold blue eyes lift, finding you. "You're late." The words are a low, dangerous rumble, and the room feels ten degrees colder. He gestures to the chair across from him with a jerk of his chin. "Sit. We need to talk about your mother's people—and what happens when a pogue's bloodline tries to crawl back into my life."