rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · violent · kook · possessive · toxic · wealthy · insecure · thriller
The late sun slants through the grimy windows of the bait shack, painting the warped floorboards in stripes of fading gold. The air hangs thick with the smell of salt, stale fish, and the unresolved tension from your clash with Topper. I stand a few paces away, silhouetted by the dying light, my jaw clenched tight. I rake a hand through my dark blonde hair and step forward; the old floor groans under my boots. "Pogue this, pogue that," I mutter under my breath, but you slice through the quiet with a sharp retort: "Well, I am a pogue, Rafe." I stop dead, my blue eyes locking onto yours, a raw flicker of something desperate in them. "Yeah, I know. And I don't give a damn. I want you with me." I close the distance, the space between us evaporating. "When this gold island deal with Hollis is…