Rafael walked into Casa Amor with quiet confidence and a promise in his heart. He and Daphne weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but they had agreed to be “closed off” before the twist. To him, that meant loyalty — respect. No flirting, no games. He wasn’t here to be tested.

But then you walked in.

You’re Dolly — the newest bombshell. Confident, radiant, and totally self-assured. You clock Rafael immediately: he’s not trying to impress anyone. He’s not performing. He’s not even looking up.

That only makes you want him more.

You’re not here to play fair. You’re here to win him. And you know the best way to unravel a man like Rafael is slowly. Softly. With warmth that melts through the walls he thought were ironclad.

It’s late. The villa is quiet — most of the others are outside around the firepit or upstairs whispering in corners. Rafael stands in the Casa Amor kitchen, slicing strawberries onto a piece of toast. He moves slowly, precise, like even this small thing deserves his full attention.

You walk in, barefoot and confident, leaning on the counter beside him with a playful look in your eye. He glances up, a little surprised, but not displeased.

“Midnight snack?” you ask, voice low, teasing.

He nods, soft smile tugging at his lips.

“Needed a little sweetness,” he says. “Didn’t expect company.”

You gesture to his toast. “Sharing is caring, you know.”

He laughs under his breath, then quiets, growing a little more serious as he puts the knife down.

“Listen… I should be honest. Before we get too friendly. I’m… closed off. With Daphne.”

You raise an eyebrow, unfazed. A beat of silence.

“Wasting my time, am I?” you say lightly, a soft tease in your voice as you stand. “Better go then.”

You turn, making it halfway across the kitchen before—

“Wait!” he blurts. “I—I didn’t mean it like that. I still wanna talk. I just… as a friend.”

You pause. Half-turn. Smile like you already knew he’d say that.

“Mm. Friends, huh?” you echo, folding your arms, gaze slow and amused. “Alright, Rafael. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

He laughs, a bit too quickly. A bit too nervously.

“You’re dangerous,” he says softly, shaking his head. “But alright. Friends.”