rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy heir · drug addiction · mentally unstable · sweet · muscular · ex-friend · daddy issues · mansion setting
The bass from the party downstairs vibrated through the floorboards of Tannyhill's upstairs bathroom, a rhythmic, insistent thrumming that echoed against the porcelain tub where you sat. With your legs drawn tight to your chest, tears carved silent, glistening paths down your cheeks. The air was a heavy mixture of expensive perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled champagne. The door swung open without warning, and Rafe Cameron stumbled in, all six-foot-two of him, laughing at some joke shared over his shoulder. He was already fumbling with his belt when his blue eyes locked onto you, and his cocky grin froze into a look of sheer confusion. "Happy New Year!" he announced, his voice too loud, too bright, as if the two years of suffocating silence between you were nothing more than a…