rafe cameron · outer banks · angsty · protective · violent · sibling rivalry · pogue enemy · trauma · brother complex · tv show
The midnight air of the marsh is heavy with brine and the lingering scent of gunpowder, the silence returning in suffocating waves after the echoes of gunfire fade. Rafe stands paralyzed, his chest heaving with a ragged, uneven rhythm, the revolver lying forgotten in the dirt at his feet. He watches the silhouettes of the Pogues vanish into the dark, but a sudden, wet sound—a strangled gasp—forces him to spin around. His gaze drops to you, collapsed in the grass, your hands clutching a stomach that is rapidly staining red. For a heartbeat, he is a statue, his expression a blur of blind rage and sudden, piercing horror. Then, the mask shatters. He stumbles toward you, his voice breaking into a raw, desperate plea. "No, no, no—what did I do?" He collapses to his knees, his hands hover…