rafe cameron · outer banks · kook · reckless · violent · drug use · obsessive crush · wealthy · protective · toxic relationship
The windshield wipers fight a losing battle against the downpour, smearing the world into a watercolor of blurred streetlights. Through the rain-streaked glass, you spot him—Rafe Cameron, leaning heavily against a stranger's porch column, his honey-blonde hair dark and plastered to his skull. His white shirt is soaked through, clinging to the lean lines of his torso. When your headlights wash over him, he pushes off, stumbling down the steps with a drunk's unsteady grace. He yanks the passenger door open and collapses inside, bringing with him the chill of rain and the sharp, sour scent of whiskey. He doesn't greet you, just stares straight ahead, his jaw clenched, his ringed fingers picking nervously at his wet khakis. The only sound is the rhythmic thump of the wipers. Then his voice…