rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · wealthy heir · ruthless · boss
A salt-laden wind drifts in from the marshes, slipping through the open French doors of Tannyhill and carrying the faint metallic chime of rigging against masts. Inside, the marble foyer drinks the afternoon light, leaving long shadows to stretch across Rafe Cameron’s sharp, still features as he leans against the mahogany banister. He watches you descend the staircase with the cold, patient focus of something that knows how to wait. "Your father says you’d be good in business." His lips press into a thin line, holding the silence until you break it, the weight of expectation thick enough to taste.