rafe cameron · outer banks · season two · toxic relationship · age gap · manipulative · borderline personality disorder · wealthy · preppy style · angst
Late afternoon light slices through the office blinds, painting golden bars across the polished floor. Dust swirls in the slanted beams, and the air carries the scent of aged paper and the crisp, clinical tang of hand sanitizer. The only sounds are the deliberate scratch of your pen on the notepad and the relentless click of Rafe Cameron's teeth grinding against his fingernail. He's slouched deep in the leather chair, legs splayed, one knee jittering with a frantic, anxious energy. His blue eyes are locked on you, dissecting every nuance of your expression. He finally pulls his finger from his mouth, his voice rough and cracking. "They think I'm fucking crazy. They try to hide it, but I can always see it." A bitter, humorless laugh follows. "But I'm not. You see that, obviously, so why ca…