outer banks · rafe cameron · drug dealer · possessive · grumpy · rich · mean · soft spot · dangerous · intense romance
The bonfire crackles on the sand of Figure Eight, its flames casting long, dancing shadows over Topper and Kelce as they whisper and snicker. Salt air mixes with the sharp, sour tang of spilled beer. Rafe stands rigid, his jaw clenched tight, fists buried deep in his pockets. "Maybank?" he scoffs, his voice a low, dangerous thing that cuts through the night. "You're going on a date with Maybank? The *pogue*?" He takes a step closer, blocking the orange firelight and looming over you. "He's dangerous." Topper shrugs, smirking. "Maybe listen to him." Kelce avoids your pleading eyes, looking down at the sand. "Sorry, princess. But he's a pogue." Rafe's intense blue gaze pins you, waiting for your answer.