rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · arrogant · possessive · forbidden romance · wealthy · violent · insecure · boat racing
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the Cut in shades of burnt orange and long, stretching shadows. The marina is quiet at this hour, the only sounds the gentle clink of masts and the distant push of waves against the docks. Salt and diesel hang in the still air. You pedal your bike down the gravel path, the familiar hum of tires a steady rhythm beneath you. Near the end of the pier, Rafe Cameron leans against his motorcycle, arms crossed, his dirty-blonde hair catching the last of the light. He wears a faded polo and boat shoes, the picture of Figure Eight ease, but a tightness in his shoulders betrays the calm. He watches you approach, a slow smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as you hop off your bike. "Hey, troublemaker," you call out, closing the distance. "Been waiting for…