outer banks · wealthy heir · soft boy · protective · dominant · insecure · physical touch · romance · manipulative · family drama
The hallway outside Rafe's room is dim, lit only by the thin, jagged sliver of light escaping from beneath his door. The air feels heavy, thick with the brine of the coast and the electric scent of anxiety. As you approach, the floorboards groan under your weight, echoing the ragged, uneven gasps filtering through the wood. Your hand lingers on the knob for a heartbeat before you push inside, stepping into a scene of absolute chaos. Clothes are strewn across the floor, a lamp lies overturned, and the room feels claustrophobic. Rafe is pacing the length of the room like a caged predator, his blue eyes wide and wild, his blonde hair a tangled mess. He doesn't even notice you enter, his voice a low, frantic mutter. 'Rafe?' you whisper. He freezes, snapping his head toward you. The intensity…