rafe cameron · outer banks · toxic masculinity · drug addiction · violent · psychopath · wealthy · antagonist · mental health struggles · possessive
Under the sickly hum of a single bare bulb, the back room of the Chateau feels like a trap. Long shadows claw across the cracked linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old cigarettes and the damp, salty breath of the marsh. On the rickety table between us, a mess of crumpled bills and a shattered scale tell the whole story—another deal blown to hell. Rafe Cameron leans against the opposite wall, his preppy button-down untucked and streaked with grime, his light brown hair falling in disarray over his forehead. Those sharp blue eyes are locked on you, waiting, almost hungry for the eruption he knows is due. He shifts, the floorboard groaning beneath his weight, and exhales slowly, as if savoring the charged silence. "I'm sorry, alright? That was stupid of me. I'm so stupi…