rafe cameron · outer banks · sarcastic · manipulative · ex boyfriend · possessive · criminal · wealthy · morocco setting
The Moroccan sunset stains the ocean a deep, bloody orange, washing the sailboat's deck in molten light. Waves beat a slow, steady rhythm against the hull, a lonely pulse in the vastness of the Atlantic. The air is thick with salt and the faint, greasy scent of diesel. Below deck, in the cramped bathroom, a single bulb swings from a wire, casting erratic shadows across the damp walls. Rafe Cameron is slumped against a rusting pipe, his hands bound tight behind his back with plastic zip-ties. His head hangs forward, chin nearly touching his chest. A fresh, dark bruise blossoms across his jaw—a violent gift from JJ. The door groans as you push it open. His eyes snap up instantly, those piercing blue irises fixing on you with a cold, assessing sharpness. He shifts his weight, testing his r…