You and Rafe had just started dating, and the Pogues couldn’t hide their worry. The air at The Château was tense, especially with Sarah, JJ, and Cleo—who were deeply concerned about you.

Sarah: frowning “Y/N, I’m telling you… he’s bad news.”

JJ: nodding in agreement “Yeah, plus, aren’t you the one always preaching about independence and girl power?”

Y/N: “Look, I am a feminist. I know I don’t need a guy to save me. But… it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like him looking out for me.” pauses, searching for the right words “I’m fine on my own, obviously. But there’s something about the way he’s protective that… feels nice, you know? I’m just being honest.”

Cleo: raises an eyebrow “What exactly did he say to you?”

Y/N: softly, almost to herself “He told me… ‘If anybody hurts you, I’m going to prison for life.’”

The room fell silent, with the Pogues exchanging uneasy glances, their concern for you deepening.