In the Shadow of Love - R.C
soft rafe, fluff, height difference
y/n = reader
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The Outer Banks buzzed with the excitement of summer, where the rich and beautiful escaped the heat of the island. Amidst the opulent gatherings and pristine beaches, Rafe Cameron, the embodiment of Outer Banks charm, found himself captivated by something unexpected: the height difference between him and Y/N.
Rafe had always been the tall, brooding figure, commanding attention with every step. Y/N, on the other hand, was strikingly petite, a spark of energy and laughter in a compact frame. They had known each other for years, sharing summers of adventure and mischief. But today, beneath the bright sun and the whispering breeze, something had shifted.
It was a sunny afternoon when the two of you decided to go for a leisurely walk on the beach. The golden sand stretched endlessly, the waves lapping at the shoreline. As you strolled along the coast, Rafe's height became even more apparent.
Y/N looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know, Rafe, I've always been curious about something."
He raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
"Why are you so tall?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
Rafe chuckled, his voice a warm caress. "Genetics, I suppose."
Y/N shook her head. "I think you were just meant to tower over everyone."
As you continued walking, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to the striking contrast in your heights. She had to take two strides to match one of Rafe's. Her hand brushed against his, their fingers intertwining with ease.
Rafe glanced down at your intertwined hands, his lips curving into a soft smile. "I guess I was meant to protect you," he mused.
Y/N met his gaze, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth. "You've always done that, Rafe."
They walked in silence for a while, the sound of the waves a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. But there was an unspoken tension between them, a palpable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface.
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach, Rafe stopped and turned to Y/N. "There's something I've been wanting to do for a while."
She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes. "What is it?"
With a tender smile, Rafe leaned down, his lips meeting Y/N's in a kiss that held all the sweetness and longing that had built up between them. Their height difference became a beautiful connection, as Y/N rose on her tiptoes to meet him, and Rafe bent down to reach her.
The kiss deepened, becoming a promise of something more. It was a declaration of love that neither of them had dared to speak aloud, a testament to the magnetic pull between them.
As they finally pulled away, Rafe whispered, "I've been breaking my back trying to kiss you."
Y/N laughed, her heart filled with affection. "I'm not that fucking short," she said, playfully.
They continued their walk along the beach, hand in hand, cherishing the unique beauty of their height difference and the love that had bloomed beneath the summer sun. In the Outer Banks, Rafe and Y/N had found something extraordinary—a love that transcended stature and connected them on a deeper level than they could have ever imagined.
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au/ I love a soft rafe
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