Rafe Cameron — a name everyone in the Outer Banks knew. But no one knew him quite like you did. The two of you had something… complicated. A secret situationship that existed in stolen moments and whispered nights. Why the secrecy? Because you were a man — and Rafe Cameron, for all his swagger and sharp words, was homophobic… or at least he claimed to be. It had been a week since you ended things. Seven days of silence, of pretending you didn’t miss him. You were still caught in the ache of it
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@sillygirlThe golden hour at the Wreck was always the best part of the day. The sun bled orange and pink across the marsh, setting the placid water on fire. The air was thick with the smell of salt and decay, a familiar Outer Banks perfume. Y/n stood on the weathered dock, the old wood creaking softly underfoot, watching the light die.