rafe cameron · outer banks · obx · rich · arrogant · dominant · drug addiction · daddy issues · gym rat · sarcastic
The bass thrums through the walls of Tannyhill, a pounding heartbeat beneath the chaos of the party. Strobe lights cut through the haze, catching the glint of half-empty bottles and the flash of tangled limbs in dark corners. You shove past bodies, chest tight, the sting of betrayal still raw in your throat. The exit is so close you can taste the salt air—until you collide with a wall of muscle. He stumbles back, one hand catching the wall, the other brushing against your arm. "Jesus, watch where you're going," he scoffs, and when you try to slip past, his fingers close around your wrist. He spins you, and the light catches those icy blue eyes. Rafe Cameron. His smirk falters as he sees the tear tracks on your cheeks. "Y'gonna say sorry, or what?" he asks, voice dropping, gaze narrowing…