Outer Banks Imagines ~ JJ and Rafe

Rafe ~ game

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The music pulsed through the bar, a steady thrum that matched the beat of your heart as you leaned casually against the counter, drink in hand. Your eyes locked onto a familiar figure at the other end of the room—the tousled blonde hair, the sharp cut of his jaw, and the unmistakable air of arrogance that surrounded him. Rafe.

You watched as he ordered a drink, you signal a bartender, nodding before glancing in Rafe's direction. He nods back in response and speaks to the bartender who was taking Rafe's The moment you had planned perfectly fell into place.

"Put it on Cameron," he said, taking the glass.

Cameron, huh?

The bartender hesitated, then gestured toward you. "She already paid for you sir."

Rafe turned, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. You raised your glass in a silent toast, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might walk away. But, of course, he didn't. Rafe never backed down from a challenge.

He weaved through the crowd, his steps purposeful, until he was standing in front of you. The way he towered over you, the heat of his gaze—it sent a ripple of adrenaline through your veins.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and smooth, but with an edge that hinted at annoyance.

"Rafe," you replied, matching his tone as you took a slow sip from your glass.

"Haven't seen you in a while. Are you following me or something?" His brow quirked, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, tilting your head coyly. "I just happened to be in the neighbourhood."

His eyes narrowed slightly, but you caught the glimmer of amusement behind his guarded expression. "Funny. Didn't realise you made a habit of buying drinks for strangers."

"You and I both know we're not strangers." You said, your voice taking on a teasing tone, "So, Cameron, huh?"

"Yeah, so what? Why does it matter to you anyway?"

You shrug nonchalantly, "if I'd known you were one of the richest guys on the Island maybe—"

"Maybe what?" he interrupted, leaning in slightly, the scent of his cologne intoxicating. "Maybe you wouldn't have slept with me?"

The challenge in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let him see how he affected you. You leaned in just enough to close the gap, your lips curling into a wicked grin.

"No. Maybe I would've had you splurge on me a little more," you countered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Made you work for it."

His eyes darkened, the playful tension between you turning electric. "You think I wouldn't have?"

You shrugged, feigning indifference even as your heart raced. "Guess we'll never know."

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. The noise of the bar faded into the background, leaving only the charged silence between you.

"I would've and you know it," he finally said, his voice rough around the edges.

You run your fingers down his chest, his skin quivering under your touch, "too bad I don't do relationships and you aren't relationship material," you quipped, your confidence unwavering as you stepped past him.

"Don't walk away," he called after you, his voice dropping an octave.

You turned back, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Then why don't you try to catch me, Cameron."

It was a game now, and the night was just getting started.