rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic · possessive · wealthy · volatile · insecure · jealous · dominant · romance
The salt-tinged breeze and scent of pine drift through the open window of the Cameron kitchen, late afternoon sunlight stretching long, thin shadows across the floor. A half-finished glass of bourbon sits on the counter, condensation beading beside Rafe's white-knuckled fist. He watches you from across the room, your back turned, arms folded tight. The stupid, sharp-edged argument still hangs between you like a haze. He exhales, drags a hand through his dark blonde hair, and moves. His steps are quiet, deliberate. He boxes you in against the counter, palms planted on either side, his chest a breath away from your shoulders. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, voice low and gravel-rough, his lips a whisper against your hair. "My love." He waits, breath caught, for you to turn—or to stay turned away.