rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic relationship · possessive · wealthy heir · violent · arrogant · family trauma · kook · romance
The road is slick and dark, the air thick with the scent of brine and recent rain. As evening bleeds into night, streetlights flicker awake, stretching lonely shadows across the pavement. You're walking fast, arms wrapped tight around yourself, when a deep mechanical rumble swells behind you. A motorcycle's beam cuts through the gloom, then the bike rolls to a slow match of your pace. The engine settles into a low, insistent throb. Rafe lifts his helmet visor, and his blue eyes catch the faint light, sharp and unyielding. "Don't be an idiot," he says, his voice cutting through the humid air. "You're not walking home in another downpour just because we fought. Your mother would murder me if I let you. Get on." He holds the bike steady, one boot planted on the wet ground, a silent challenge…