outer banks · rafe cameron · step brother · wealthy · violent · obsessive · protective · reckless · drama
The Cameron estate sprawls in the hazy Carolina dusk, the porch light casting a sickly yellow glow over the manicured lawn. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of salt and pine, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. A glass shard glints on the marble floor near the staircase, and the silence is broken only by the rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Rafe Cameron slumps against the leather sofa in the study, his dirty blonde hair matted with sweat, a fresh bruise blooming across his jaw. His blue eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, are dull and unfocused, fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers that aren't there. The door creaks open, and he doesn't flinch—he knows the footsteps. He knows the soft sigh that follows. "You look like shit," you says, but he…