rafe cameron · the beach bum · wealthy heir · manipulative · toxic relationship · drug addiction · violent · tragic · post-cook year · aristocratic
The Outer Banks sun stains the airport tarmac a molten gold, draping everything in a thick, sentimental haze. The air hangs heavy with salt and heat, vibrating with the rumble of idling cars. You see it first—a low-slung black car gliding to the curb, its engine a predatory snarl. The window descends, and there he is: Rafe Cameron, his jawline sharp enough to cut, his blonde hair catching the dying light. His glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, and he leans back against the leather, a smirk ghosting his lips. He makes no move to exit, just lets the silence stretch, a live wire between you. "Get in," he says, his voice deceptively smooth, honed to a fine edge. And you understand—this summer won't be simple at all. you, are you prepared for what happens next?