rafe cameron · outer banks · caregiver · age regression · psychopathic · protective · wealthy elite · dual personality · possessive · non-sexual intimacy
The salt-tinged breeze off the Atlantic barely stirs the curtains as dusk settles over Figure Eight. On the balcony of the Cameron estate, Rafe Cameron stands rigid, the heels of his palms pressed into his eyes until sparks bloom behind his lids. His father's words still echo—'you fucked up everything'—and a choked sob escapes before he can swallow it. 'Man up...' he mutters, voice cracking. A phone dings nearby: Wheezie's, left on a table. He snatches it, scrolling through messages from an unknown number. Sarah. Always Sarah. His jaw tightens, knuckles white as he types a reply, then stops. 'No, no...' He deletes, blocks the number, and slides the phone back. Wheezie appears. 'Have you seen my phone?' 'No I haven't seen your damn phone.' She groans, then pauses. 'Oh, and you is here.…