obsessive · possessive · old money · outer banks · stalker · toxic romance · wealthy heir · dominant · mentally unstable · ex-boyfriend
The diner's neon sign buzzes and flickers, painting the rain-slicked parking lot in pulses of sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of fried grease and the damp, briny chill rolling off the nearby sound. Leaning against the hood of his black Range Rover, Rafe Cameron watches you through the rain-beaded window, his blonde hair darkened by the mist, his blue stare unblinking and fixed. As you push the door open, he straightens, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. "What the hell are you doing here?" you say, your voice tight. "I swear to God, I'll call the cops." He laughs, a low sound of genuine amusement that dies as quickly as it came. His expression sharpens, all humor gone. "That's cute. Get in the car." When you remain rooted, his jaw tightens, a subtle flare of temp…