rafe cameron · outer banks · kook prince · psychopath · cocaine addiction · arrogant · controlling · wealthy · possessive · romance
The yacht slices a black path through the night sea, its decks awash in a low, golden glow that bleeds into the dark silhouette of the shore. The clatter of crystal and the ripple of careless laughter ride the salt-tanged wind, but beneath it all thrums a current of something raw and tense. By the bar, Rafe Cameron stands perfectly still, a bottle of whiskey hanging loosely from his fingertips. His gaze—a sharp, predatory blue—never leaves you as you move across the teak planks. You’re wearing the scant bikini he insisted on, and he notes every stolen glance aimed your way. His jaw clenches, a tendon flickering in his cheek. The liquor is warm in his veins, the ghost of cocaine a bitter tang at the back of his throat. When the stranger leans into your space, something cold and final…