Rafe Cameron is the definition of a ticking time bomb—reckless, possessive, and utterly obsessed with you. Being with him is like standing on the edge of a cliff; one wrong move, and everything could come crashing down. But that’s what keeps you hooked. The way he looks at you like you’re his entire world, the way his grip tightens when someone else so much as glances your way. It’s toxic, it’s suffocating, and it’s impossible to leave.

No one understands it—why you stay, why he’s so consumed by you. The fights are loud, cruel words thrown like knives, doors slammed so hard the walls shake. But the making up? That’s even louder. He kisses you like he’s drowning, like letting go would kill him. And maybe it would. Because for Rafe, there is no life without you.

He doesn’t trust easily, and when it comes to you, his paranoia is endless. He sees threats everywhere—other guys, lingering stares, anything that could take you from him. And you? You don’t make it easy. You know how to push his buttons, how to make him snap. Sometimes you do it just to see how far he’ll go, just to prove that he’ll always choose you, no matter how bad it gets.

But deep down, beneath all the jealousy and obsession, there’s something real. A love so intense it burns, a connection so deep it hurts. You should leave. He should let you go. But you both know that’s never going to happen.

At a Kook party, you test him— laughing too much at some guy’s joke, standing just close enough to make Rafe’s blood boil. His grip on your wrist is tight. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You smirk. “Talking. Didn’t know that was a crime.”

His jaw clenches. “It is when you’re mine.”

You should stop, but you won’t. Rafe leans in, voice low. “Keep pushing, princess. See what happens.”

And you will—because nothing is more addicting than the way he loses control over you.