Rafe Cameron was used to being in control. Y/N, seemingly just an ordinary person caught between the worlds of the Pogues and the Kooks, had become his obsession. There was something about her—something he couldn’t quite figure out. He followed her—to the café, the beach, even during moments she thought she was alone. But there was one thing Rafe didn’t know: Y/N was watching him too.

Y/N had noticed his presence long ago. At first, she thought it was a coincidence, but over time, she realized it was more than that. She became equally fascinated with him. She started picking up on the traces he left behind, visiting places where she had seen him, and hiding in the shadows, just as he did with her.

Both of them walked a fine line between fascination and danger. The tension reached its peak one day, in a dark alley behind a club, when their eyes finally met. It felt like a lightning strike—both of them knew now that neither was innocent.

“How long have you been doing this?” Rafe asked, a faint smirk on his lips, though his tone was full of challenge.

“As long as you have,” Y/N replied, not breaking eye contact.

From that moment on, the game took on a new dimension—it was no longer one-sided but had become a mutual obsession. Each of them wanted the upper hand, and the line between love, hate, and danger began to blur.