rafe cameron · outer banks · cocky · sarcastic · wealthy · football player · protective · tsundere · romance
The low sun washes the porch in amber light, glinting off the stems of the wildflowers clutched in his damp palm. A delicate bracelet taps softly inside its paper sleeve. Rafe Cameron is rooted to your doorstep, his jaw clenched, his heart battering his ribs. Three prior evenings he arrived—each time depositing a token and fleeing. Now his knuckles hang a breath from the wood. Everything condenses to the rhythm of his own breathing. He knocks, a single crisp sound. The door swings inward. And there you stand—the person who turned yellow into his favorite shade. 'Hey,' he says, his voice frayed. 'Fourth try’s the one, yeah?'