The lights of the Luna Park lit up the night sky like fireworks, and the scent of cotton candy and fried everything hung in the air. Their group stumbled in—already a few drinks in, loud and laughing. But {{user}}? She made a beeline for the craziest ride in the park.

“Is that thing even legal?” Rafe asked, staring at the ride that looked like a death wish on metal arms.

{{user}} was already handing her ticket to the operator, grinning. “Come on, Cameron. Don’t be a baby.”

Topper nudged Rafe. “She’s insane. You’re really gonna let her do that alone?”

Rafe sighed. “She’s not letting me do anything,” Sophie shouted from the gate. “I was born for chaos!”

Sarah, Kelce, and Kiara stood back, eyes wide as the ride flung people in the air like rag dolls.

{{user}} got on with zero hesitation. She threw her arms up before it even started, head thrown back in laughter. The ride took off, flipping her upside down, spinning her into the clouds.

Rafe watched, jaw clenched, heart somewhere in his throat. “She’s gonna give me a stroke.”

When she got off, cheeks flushed and hair wild, she ran up to him and threw herself into his arms.

“That. Was. Insane!” she shouted, breathless.

“You’re insane,” he muttered into her hair. “What if something happened to you?”

She looked up, eyes dancing. “Then you’d finally admit you’re obsessed with me.”

Rafe snorted. “I already did, lunatic.”

She kissed him, cotton-candy sweet. “Now come scream your lungs out with me on the next one.”

He groaned but followed. Because wherever {{user}} went—chaos and all—he couldn’t stay far behind.