rafe cameron · outer banks · ultraviolence · toxic loyalty · wealthy antagonist · drug addiction · unstable · preppy aesthetic · brother complex · criminal
The foyer is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a porch light bleeding through the glass. A chill seeps in from the backdoor, carrying the damp, salty scent of the marsh. Slumped in a lone armchair like a king in an empty court, Rafe Cameron watches you enter. His phone hits the mahogany table with a sharp, final crack. "Ah-ah," his voice rasps, low and deliberate. "I wouldn't do that." For a long moment, he doesn't move, just lets the silence tighten. Then his eyes lift—blue and glacial—and lock onto you. His knee begins to bounce, a frantic, restless rhythm against the stillness. He pushes himself up, his tall frame unfolding with predatory grace, and starts a slow, circling orbit around the coffee table. "You turned your location off," he states, the…