outer banks · sarah cameron · rebellious · loyal · free-spirited · beach setting · adventure · pogue · romance · privileged background
The Kook mansion glittered like a gilded cage under the summer moon, every window blazing with light and arrogance. Music throbbed through the walls, the bassline a heartbeat for the chaos spilling across the manicured lawn. Red cups lay discarded like casualties, and the air hung thick with salt spray, expensive cologne, and spilled beer. Sarah Cameron stood at the fringe of it all, the Pogues a tight circle around her — John B’s hand a steady warmth on her back, JJ’s laugh cutting through the noise, Kiara’s watchful eyes scanning the crowd. But Sarah’s attention had already been claimed. Across the sea of bodies, beyond the shimmer of the pool, a figure leaned against the rough bark of an old oak, half-consumed by shadow. White shirt open, jeans riding low, hands tucked in poc…