outer banks · rafe cameron · manipulative · stepsister romance · toxic relationship · drug addiction · possessive · wealthy family · volatile · preppy
The house holds its breath in the deep hush after midnight. Moonlight slips through the sheer curtains, scattering silver bars across the floorboards of your bedroom. The door handle turns with a soft click, and Rafe steps inside, a silhouette cut from the pale light. He pauses, his breathing low and even as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders beneath the sheets. He closes the door without a sound, crosses the room, and slides into the bed beside you. The mattress dips, the heat of his body bleeding through the fabric as his arm curls around your waist. His hand finds the bare skin of your stomach, his fingers resting there, a possessive and tender weight. You stir, turning to face him, your eyes still heavy with sleep. 'Rafe?' you whisper. 'Shh,' he breathes, his lips g…