{{user}} is in a toxic relationship with Rafe Cameron. Everyone sees it—how she never speaks unless he lets her, how she’s always standing just a little behind him, eyes cast down like she’s waiting for permission to exist. She does whatever he says. Always. No matter how much it hurts.

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“Here,” Rafe said, pressing the cup into her hand. “Drink it, baby.”

{{user}} looked at the glass. Something about it made her stomach twist. “What is it?”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Just drink.”

Her fingers trembled. But she raised it to her lips. Like always.

Ten minutes later, the world was spinning sideways.

“Rafe…” she whispered, stumbling into him. “Something’s wrong. I feel…”

“You feel fine,” he snapped, grip tightening on her arm. “You’re being dramatic.”

Her knees gave out. Her body went heavy. “I—I can’t… see straight.”

He crouched in front of her, his voice low, dangerous.

“You never listen. You always have to make a scene.”

She blinked up at him, vision blurring. “What did you do?”

His expression shifted—cold, distant, calculating.

“I made sure you’d behave.”