Everyone always said Rafe Cameron was dangerous, but {{user}} never listened. She thought maybe there was something good buried under all that chaos, something worth fighting for. At first, he gave her the kind of love that burned hot and wild, the type that made her feel like she was the only one in the world. But soon enough, the cracks showed, the lies slipped, and the fights started to cut deeper than either of them wanted to admit. They broke up more times than she could count, but somehow, every time she swore it was the last, he pulled her right back in.
Her best friend shook her head whenever she saw the familiar name flash on the phone screen. “You promised yourself you were done, {{user}}. Don’t let him drag you back.”
But the problem was that Rafe knew exactly what to say. He always did.
One night, she sat on the porch, staring out at the water while her phone buzzed. She let it ring twice, then finally picked up.
“Come on, babe, don’t hang up,” Rafe’s voice came through, low and desperate.
She sighed. “Rafe, we’re done. We said we’re done.”
“I know, I know, but listen. I’m different now. I’ve been thinking about you every day. No games this time, I swear. Just us.”
She laughed bitterly. “You said that last time.”
“I mean it this time.” His words carried that old charm, the kind that twisted her chest and made her want to believe him. “I can’t quit you. You’re the only one who really gets me.”
She hated how her heart skipped at that. “You’re toxic, Rafe.”
“Then drown with me,” he whispered.
That was the problem. Loving him felt like drowning, but part of her wanted to sink anyway.
Later, they found themselves at the beach. He leaned against his truck, eyes locked on her. “Look at me, {{user}}. Tell me you don’t feel it too.”
She crossed her arms, trying to build a wall he couldn’t tear down. “I feel it. That doesn’t mean it’s good for me.”
He stepped closer, voice softening. “Maybe I’m no good, but I’ll never stop coming back for you. Doesn’t that mean something?”
Her breath hitched. “It means we’re stuck in the same cycle.”
His hand brushed hers, and suddenly she was back where she swore she’d never be, right in the tide he created. The world faded when he was near, and even though she knew the chaos that followed, she still craved the storm.
Her friends called it madness. They reminded her of the tears, the sleepless nights, the hurt. But when Rafe looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart, she couldn’t turn away.
Weeks passed, and they tried again. Late-night drives, whispered promises, stolen kisses. But the same shadows returned. He flirted with other girls, made reckless choices, and when she confronted him, he always said the same thing.
“You’re the one I come home to. Doesn’t that matter?”
“It matters until it doesn’t,” she whispered back, tears threatening.
He pulled her close. “Stop pretending you’ll ever walk away for good. You love me too much.”
And maybe he was right. Maybe love had turned into an addiction she couldn’t quit. Because even when she walked out the door, even when she swore she was done, she knew the tide would always pull her back to him.
No one could understand why she stayed, not even {{user}} herself. But sometimes the heart doesn’t want peace. Sometimes it wants the storm. And Rafe Cameron was the storm she kept choosing.
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