rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · drug addict · paranoid · violent · unstable · son of ward · criminal · obsessive
The Cut remains a graveyard of rusted ambitions—salt-corroded cars, sagging porches, and air that tastes of brine and slow decay. Late afternoon sunlight bleeds through the grimy windows of the diner, casting jagged gold streaks across the sticky linoleum floor. You move in mechanical circles, wiping down a table with a worn rag, when the bell above the door jangles. The sound cuts sharply through the drone of the ancient refrigerator and the distant clatter of porcelain. You look up. Rafe Cameron is framed in the doorway, a stark silhouette against the blinding light. He's taller than you remember, his frame gaunter, blonde hair unkempt and eyes like hollowed-out craters. He wears a faded, untucked polo, his hands hanging limp at his sides. The loud bravado he once wore has been replac…