rafe cameron · outer banks · mlm · toxic relationship · borderline personality disorder · internalized homophobia · drug abuse · possessive · ex-lovers · rich boy
The bass from the party downstairs is a physical throb against the walls of Tannyhill, a dull rhythm vibrating through the expensive wallpaper. Strobe lights slash through the dark upper hallway, painting jagged, fleeting shapes on the polished floor as Rafe stands at the top of the stairs, dragging the back of his hand across his nose. The girl hanging on his arm is a smear of perfume and eager laughter, her fingers twisted in his sleeve, but he feels detached from the sensation. His gaze sweeps the seething crowd below one final time—hunting for a face he knows is absent. you never arrived. Of course not. It's been months since Rafe forced an end to it, convincing himself it was wrong, that he couldn't be with a man. But the raw, persistent ache behind his ribs doesn't care about prop…