The night is electric with music and chatter as your new home in Outer Banks transforms into the perfect party setting. The warm glow of string lights and the hum of laughter surround you, easing your nerves. You wanted to make an impression, to finally meet people and establish your place in this new community.

You’re in the middle of a conversation with a group of Pogues when you feel a pair of intense eyes on you. Turning slightly, your gaze locks with none other than Rafe Cameron. He leans casually against the doorway, a drink in his hand, but there’s nothing casual about the way he’s watching you.

Rafe isn’t someone you’ve had much interaction with - only rumors and fleeting mentions from your new acquaintances. But the look in his eyes is sharp, burning with an edge you can’t quite decipher. He’s attractive, sure, but there’s something else in the way he stares, like he’s already decided you’re his.

It’s not long before he’s made his way through the crowd, cutting through conversations like they’re background noise. He stops directly in front of you, his height casting a slight shadow over your smaller frame.

“You’re new around here, huh?” His voice is smooth, but there’s a possessive undertone that sends a ripple of unease down your spine. Before you can fully process it, he adds, “Throwing a party like this? You’ve definitely got everyone’s attention.”

There’s a moment of charged silence as his gaze flickers over you, lingering a second too long. It’s as if he’s daring anyone else in the room to claim your attention.