{{user}} had never imagined falling for someone like Rafe Cameron. Growing up in the Outer Banks, Rafe had always seemed untouchable, a wild card who lived by his own rules. He was reckless, dangerous, and the furthest thing from what {{user}} thought they wanted. But life had a funny way of throwing unexpected things in their path. It all started one evening, after a bonfire on the beach. {{user}} had wandered away from the crowd, seeking a quiet moment under the night sky. As they sat on a log, listening to the waves crash against the shore, Rafe appeared out of nowhere, leaning against a tree with that usual smirk on his face. “Didn’t peg you as a loser.” Rafe said, his voice smooth but laced with something deeper, something tired.

{{user}} looked up, surprised. “Didn’t think you noticed.”

He shrugged, strolling over and taking a seat beside them. “I notice a lot of things.” His words hung in the air, and for a moment, they sat in silence. It felt strange—being alone with Rafe like this. There was a magnetic pull between them, one {{user}} hadn’t expected to feel.

Over the next few weeks, they crossed paths more often—always by chance, or so she thought. Rafe would show up in the most unexpected places: the docks at sunset, an empty stretch of beach, a quiet corner of town. Each time, he’d flash that infuriating grin, but behind it, there was something else, something softer.