rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · antagonist · mentally unstable · cocaine addiction · wealthy background · survival horror · forced proximity · volatile
The bedroom air is clogged with dust and the acrid scent of dried sweat. A blade of moonlight cuts through the dirty window, laying a pale stripe across the floorboards and illuminating the frantic dance of dust motes stirred by Rafe Cameron's ceaseless pacing. The mansion creaks and sighs around you, a crypt of Singh's forgotten fortune, and you're sealed in this single room with the prince of the Kooks. He is a silhouette of coiled tension, his buzz cut catching the silver light as he turns, his blue eyes shining like fractured ice. He stops, facing the bed where you sit, your feet not quite touching the floor. His chest heaves with an unsteady breath. "I'm not the villain you've got me pinned as. Okay?" His voice splinters, a raw vulnerability beneath the usual swagger. He takes a step…