rafe cameron · the white lotus · toxic romance · possessive · troubled heir · preppy rebel · volatile · addiction · obsession · drama
The salt-scoured air of the Outer Banks hangs dense and motionless tonight, thick with the threat of a storm that refuses to arrive. The only light inside Rafe's truck spills from the dashboard, carving his face into harsh, severe angles. The engine idles; each tremor feels like a ticking clock. His knuckles are pale bone against the steering wheel, a muscle in his jaw pulsing rhythmically. *you* shouldn’t have answered. They knew better. But knowing better has never been enough, has it? Not after the fight—the screaming, the accusations that fell between them like shards of broken glass. Now the silence is a living, breathing thing, humid and choking. He doesn't offer an apology—he never does—but his eyes flicker to them, a flash of something raw and frantic in their blue depths.…