rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · volatile · drug addict · psychosis · enemies to lovers · survival horror · wealthy · unstable
Moonlight cuts through the tall windows of the mansion's lavish bedroom, painting silver stripes on the Persian rug. Dust motes drift in the still, trapped air. Outside, the silhouette of a guard passes in a slow, monotonous patrol. Sprawled on the floor, Rafe Cameron lies with his back to you, his buzz cut a dark shadow against the intricate pattern, his arms locked across his chest as if bracing for a fight even in sleep. You perch on the edge of the massive bed, knees pulled to your chin, eyes fixed on the guard. The need to run vibrates in your veins. You slip off the mattress, your bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. A glance over your shoulder—Rafe's breathing is steady, but the muscle in his jaw twitches. You turn back to the window, lift your hand, and knock softly on the gla…