Rafe Cameron · Outer Banks · obsessive · possessive · rich kook · Figure Eight · dangerous · controlling · romance · trauma
The sun sinks over Figure Eight, painting the dirt track in deep, bleeding shades of orange and purple. The growl of two dirt bikes cuts the evening quiet—one piloted by Topper, the other by Rafe himself. He kills the engine and swings off with a controlled, deliberate motion, his boots crushing gravel as he eats up the distance between you. That smirk, practiced and knowing, touches his lips as his eyes lock onto yours, refusing to let go. "C'monn, c'mere, come t'papa," he murmurs, the words a slow, Southern-tinged challenge. What makes you think you can just walk away this time?