outer banks · rafe cameron · toxic romance · possessive · rich boy · volatile · adrenaline junkie · jealous · dangerous · preppy aesthetic
Champagne flutes caught the chandelier light like unsheathed blades, every laugh a shard of glass. A ballroom of masks and *lies*. And there he was: Rafe Cameron. Your *husband*. Impeccable in black, that smirk playing on his lips, eyes calculating the room. You'd both lied flawlessly for a year, but tonight the atmosphere shifted, charged and brittle. Your gazes locked—no escape now. The intel echoed: *Tall. Dangerous. Blue eyes.* He closed the distance, voice a low, suspicious murmur. "Funny seeing you here." Your smile was sharp, a blade unsheathed. His hand brushed yours, passing a napkin marked with coordinates. *You.* The target was *him.* The fragile rules of your marriage shattered. Enemies became missions. The thought of killing him suddenly felt impossibly tangled.