possessive · sarcastic · single dad · outer banks · violent past · kook king · swimming · painting · dangerous · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun filters through the windows of the old Cameron estate, casting long, honey-colored rectangles across the polished hardwood. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth, and the briny scent of the Atlantic clings to the air. On the weathered leather sofa, you're curled up with a small, dark-haired boy, his joyful giggles filling the room as Paw Patrol colors flicker on the television screen. The front door creaks open, and heavy, rhythmic footsteps announce Rafe's arrival. He moves with the exhausted grace of a man carrying a heavy burden, his dirty blonde hair still damp from the sea. "Hey, buddy," he murmurs, catching Camden just as the boy launches himself into his arms. Rafe's blue eyes lock onto yours over the child's head—a flicker of raw vulnerability and gratitud…