rafe cameron · outer banks · obsessive · possessive · toxic · drug use · dangerous · arrogant · trauma · romance
The club is a cathedral of neon and smoke. Blue light slicks the stage, catching the glitter on her skin, turning the air thick and slow. Cheap perfume, warm beer, the hum of a bassline that vibrates through the floorboards. Rafe slumps in the booth like he owns it, knuckles resting on a damp napkin, eyes half-lidded. He’s not here for the girls. He’s here because Topper and Kelce won’t shut up about birthdays. He snorted something in the car—can’t remember what—and now the world is just noise. Then she walks out. Angel. The lights hit her like a promise. The room goes still. Rafe’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. He reaches for his wallet without looking away. $2,000 later, he’s in the back room, legs spread, pulse dragging through his veins like a sl…