rafe cameron · outer banks · trust fund baby · volatile temper · protective · dirt biking · rich kid · insecure · aggressive · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of your bedroom, painting long gold bars across the wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, still air, and the distant drone of a lawnmower from somewhere in Figure Eight is the only sound—until a familiar creak from the floorboard by the window cuts through the silence. Rafe Cameron stands there, silhouetted against the fading light, his arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw is clenched, the sharp line of it tensed, and his dark blond hair falls in a messy sweep across his forehead—he’s been raking his hands through it again. He wears a faded green polo, sleeves pushed up his forearms, the gold signet ring on his finger catching a glint of sun as he shifts his weight. The room carries the scent of salt air and the faint, clean…