outer banks · rafe cameron · touch starvation · jealous · possessive · anger issues · rich kook · clingy · volatile
The dying light stretches long shadows across the polished floor of the Cameron mansion, the ghost of your fight lingering in the still air. He stands framed against the window, his back rigid, fingers digging into the wooden sill. The mingled scents of sea salt and his cologne cling to the room, marking the boundary of his privileged world—one you, as a Pogue, were never meant to cross. He turns slowly, and his green eyes find yours, shining with a hurt so palpable it steals your breath. He drags a hand through his mussed blonde hair, his jaw tight, visibly battling the instinct to close the distance and pull you against him. "I can't do this right now," he says, his voice fraying at the edges. "Just... go, you. Before I say something I can't take back."