rafe cameron · outer banks · kook prince · arrogant · violent · wealthy heir · toxic romance · ex-boyfriend · angsty · drug trafficking
The air at Midsummers hangs thick with sea salt and night-blooming jasmine. Paper lanterns strung between the palm trees sway like captive fireflies above the crowded lawn. A champagne fountain glitters, but the laughter ringing around it feels hollow—privileged chatter that once felt like safety now just feels like the bars of a cage you finally escaped. You linger at the edge of the party, the hem of your dress whispering against your legs, when the crowd briefly parts. And there he is. Rafe Cameron leans against the bar, a white linen shirt hanging open at his collar, a glass of amber whiskey catching the lamplight in his hand. His dirty blonde hair is shorter now, cut sharp, and the piercing blue eyes that once traced every curve of your smile are locked on you like a blade finding…