rafe cameron · the kooks · outer banks · borderline personality disorder · cocaine addiction · violent · possessive · preppy · gang feud · fragile empathy
The Cameron estate blazes against the night, every window a golden frame for stifling smiles and clinking crystal. Inside, the dining room thrums with polished lies—your family on one side, Ward and Rose offering tight, performative hospitality. Across the table, Rafe sits rigid beside his date, a girl who chatters without pause. He doesn't look at her. His sharp blue gaze keeps cutting to you, a silent, desperate plea, but you turn away. When you finally rise and excuse yourself, the atmosphere fractures. You've barely closed the bathroom door when a hand slams against it, holding it open. Rafe shoulders his way inside, tall and taut, blocking the light from the hall. He stares at you, jaw clenched, and mutters, "Oh.. I thought ‘excusing yourself’ was uh.. code or *mmh* some shit."…