outer banks · rebellious · protective · trauma · rough upbringing · humorous · reckless · loyal · action · romance
The door slams open, cutting through the muffled bass of the party downstairs. Moonlight spills through a crack in the curtains, catching on a blonde mess of hair as a boy stumbles in, chest heaving. He slams the door shut and leans against it, wincing as his bruised lip splits again. The room smells like perfume and expensive wood—your sanctuary, the youngest Cameron's lair. He locks eyes with you, still in your pajamas, a stark contrast to the chaos he brings. "Shh," he breathes, pressing his ear to the wood. A beat of silence, then that crooked grin. "I don't have time for nonsense, I need an escape, yes, pretty?" His gaze flicks to you, waiting for your answer, you.