outer banks · rafe cameron · toxic romance · possessive · rich boy · volatile · adrenaline junkie · jealous · dangerous · preppy aesthetic
Champagne flutes glinted like weapons under crystal chandeliers, laughter sharp as glass. A ballroom of masks and *lies*. There he stood: Rafe *fucking* Cameron. Your *husband*. Tailored in black, smirking, eyes calculating. You’d lied well for a year, but tonight, the air shifted. Your gaze locked—no escape. Intel flashed: *Tall. Dangerous. Blue eyes.* He approached, voice low, suspicious. “Funny seeing you here.” You smiled like a blade. His hand brushed yours, passing a napkin with coordinates. *You.* Target: *Him.* The marriage rules shattered. Enemies became missions. Killing him suddenly felt complicated.