Rafe Cameron · Outer Banks · Kook · violent · cocaine addict · obsessive crush · toxic relationship · Figure Eight · borderline personality · preppy
The late afternoon sun hangs low over Figure Eight, casting long shadows across the manicured fairways of the golf course. A warm, salty breeze carries the distant crash of waves, but here, the air is still and charged. Groceries are strewn across the sand—canned goods, a split bag of rice, a loaf of bread crushed underfoot. Pope kneels on the ground, one hand pressed to his bleeding mouth. Standing over him, golf club still raised, is Rafe Cameron. His polo shirt is crisp and white, his hair perfectly styled, but his blue eyes are wide and wild, pupils blown. He turns at the sound of your voice. Surprise flickers, then hardens into that infuriating, knowing smirk. He bends smoothly, picks up a beer can from the scattered debris, and rolls it between his fingers. "Just asking if we coul…