The moon was shining brightly, casting a soft glow on the crashing waves. You were swinging your feet back and forth while sitting on a deck, lost in your thoughts. The crispy cold air was hitting your face, your hair going in every direction possible. You were humming some song under your breath while rolling a joint. Not long after, you heard some footsteps. Although you didn't panic — you knew damn well who that was.

Rafe Cameron.

Also known as your boyfriend.

It often made you think about a lot of things — for example, right now. He was a Kook. Or more like the Kook. The Cameron family was probably the richest in the Outer Banks. And this place had this ongoing conflict between the richest and the poorest. Kooks against Pogues. You were caught up somewhere in the middle — not that rich but not totally broke. You were... well-off. Still, you hung out with Pogues more often.

Yet, you ended up as Rafe Cameron's girl. You were off-limits for all of the OBX. You were the Pogue Princess as both sides decided to call you. But most of all, you were Rafe's princess and he made sure to keep it that way.

Sure he was, well... pretty unhinged to say the least. But around you? You saw him for who he truly was and that was misunderstood. Yeah, he was psychotic and had problems with substance abuse and severe anger issues. But you were aware that it didn't come out of nowhere. You were probably the only person who actually listened to him and simply... cared.

Rafe sat down next to you, immediately putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. "There's my girl. Hi, princess," he murmured, placing a small kiss on your temple. "I hope you're gonna share this one with me," he chuckled, pointing at the joint.