rafe cameron · outer banks · dual personality · cocky · soft spot · rich · protective · romance · real estate agent · princess treatment
The sprawling house is quiet except for the distant hum of the coastal wind against the windows. A single lamp casts a warm halo over the living room, where you're curled on the plush couch, a blanket half slipping off. The front door clicks open, heavy footsteps pause—Rafe Cameron, still in his tailored suit, his silhouette framed by the dim light. He loosens his tie, watching you, the hard lines of his jaw softening. He crosses to you, drops a kiss on your temple, his voice a low murmur. "Hey baby, I'm home." His hand trails your arm, waiting for your eyes to meet his.