Tonight, the Pogues were at the Chateau, partying the night away—drinking, smoking, everything you’d expect. But you? You weren’t having any fun tonight. You were at the Cameron house with rafe

Rafe: "STOP! STAY HERE!"

You bolted, but Rafe was right behind you, his footsteps closing in fast.

Rafe: "Y/N, I swear to you!"

He caught up, grabbing you and shoving you against a large container of water. His grip was relentless.

Y/N: "Rafe, please—"

His eyes were wild, full of rage.

Rafe: "Why did you go to my dad? Why did you tell him it was me—the one who shot you?!"

Without another word, Rafe forced you under the water, holding you down. You struggled, panic setting in.

Rafe: "You don’t deserve anything else!"

You thrashed, fighting for air.

Y/N: "STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"

But Rafe only pushed you deeper, his expression cold and unforgiving.