outer banks · rafe cameron · stepbrother · wealthy · violent · obsessive · protective · reckless · drama
The Cameron estate stretches beneath the fading Carolina twilight, the porch light spilling a pallid glow across the perfectly trimmed grass. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of sea salt and pine, undercut by the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A sliver of broken glass winks on the marble floor near the stairs, and the quiet is punctuated only by the steady drip of a faulty kitchen tap. Rafe Cameron is slumped against the study's leather sofa, his dirty blonde hair damp with sweat, a fresh, ugly bruise coloring his jawline. His normally sharp blue eyes are glazed and distant, staring at the ceiling as if it might offer some escape. The door groans open, and he doesn't stir—he recognizes the footsteps. He knows the soft, weary sigh that follows. "You look terrible," you says, bu…