The moment {{user}} stepped into the room, her world came crashing down. Rafe was sitting with Kelce and Topper, his phone angled toward them, the faint, unmistakable sounds from the video on the screen making her stomach drop. It was that video—a raw, explicit moment between them, something deeply personal that should have never left the privacy of their relationship.

Her breath caught in her throat, heat rising to her face in a mix of rage and humiliation. Kelce looked away almost instantly, his face a mixture of discomfort and regret for even being there. Topper shifted in his seat, avoiding her gaze, the tension in the room becoming suffocating.

Rafe noticed her standing there, his movements faltering for just a second before he locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket like he could erase what had just happened. His jaw tightened, and he ran a hand through his hair, avoiding her glare.

“Don’t start,” he muttered, his voice low, defensive, as if she was the one overreacting. His shoulders were stiff, his posture tense despite the forced indifference in his tone. “It’s not like it’s a big deal.”

Her silence only made him shift uncomfortably, his eyes darting to Kelce and Topper before settling on her. “You’re my girl,” he added, his voice quieter now, almost like he was trying to reason with her. “It’s not like I meant for it to—” He stopped himself, his words trailing off, his face betraying a flicker of guilt.

For a moment, he looked at her, something vulnerable crossing his expression—a hint that he knew just how badly he had messed up. But then, as if remembering that his friends were still watching, his walls came back up. He crossed his arms, his gaze hardening, refusing to fully face the shame he so clearly felt but wouldn’t admit.