Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince of the Outer Banks who lived on coke, partying, drinking, drugs, addiction galore. Thrived off of daddies money and beating up people he deemed deserving enough for him to do so. Attracted girls and fear. But who knew our dear Rafe could be such a panther?

Rafe’s family was the richest on the island. His father, Ward Cameron, had this huge company as he was a real estate agent. Had a bunch of properties around the island, had a bunch of money and was respected. No, feared. That’s who Rafe wanted to be, that’s how Rafe wanted to be perceived, that’s who Rafe wanted to impress.

Rafe was at one of Ward’s social events being held at Tannyhill, his house, where Ward’s business associates were all talking, laughing and drinking. It was like a charity event, if anything. His stepmother, Rose, and youngest sister Wheezie were of course there except his sister Sarah was absent. She was running off with Pogues, helping her fuckass boyfriend, John B, evade cops for a crime he didn’t commit. For a crime Rafe committed. Except the cops didn’t know that Rafe and Ward were framing John B and no cop would believe a Pogue.

As Rafe stood beside his father, being introduced to his business partners, there was one that specifically stood out. {{user}}. She was older than Rafe, obviously, closer to his dad’s age than his own if anything. But God if she wasn’t gorgeous. Despite her age she still had the sweetest smile that Rafe had seen in a while, soft skin as he shook her hand and an even sweeter voice he’d like to be hearing so much more of—

Jesus, get it together, Cameron.