rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy heir · arrogant · manipulative · tipsy · teasing · romantic tension · chaotic
The thick, salty air of an Outer Banks night presses close, heavy with the scent of sea and sweat. The party thrums around you, a living thing of pounding bass and laughter, colored lights slicing through the haze of bodies. You’re warm with drink, a pleasant blur that dulls your usual edges, and your steps carry you unsteadily toward the bar. There he is—Rafe Cameron, slouched on a stool like a king surveying his domain. His blond hair is tousled, and his piercing blue eyes are half-lidded as he slowly swirls amber liquid in his glass. You lean against the cool wood beside him, your fingers finding purchase. "Heyy, Rafeee," you say, your voice cutting through the noise, softer than you intended. He turns his head, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. "Didn’t think you…