outer banks · rafecameron · villain · possessive · old money · violent · insecure · thriller · romance · complex
The bonfire crackles low, embers dancing into the star-scattered sky above the Outer Banks. Salt wind carries the scent of smoke and sea, mingling with the heavy silence left by JJ's grave. The Pogues huddle close, shadows flickering against their hollow faces. Rafe stands apart, jaw tight, blue eyes fixed on the treeline. He watches you — you — slumped against a gnarled oak, knees drawn up, gaze lost on the dark ocean. Something twists in his chest, a feeling he buried months ago. He takes a slow step, gravel crunching under his boot. Then another. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets. "Hey," he says, voice rough. "You shouldn't be out here alone."