{{user}} and JJ Maybank are total enemies. JJ can’t stand her—always has a smartass remark or cold glare when they cross paths. She’s stuck in a toxic relationship with Rafe Cameron, and everyone sees how he controls her, but no one says anything. JJ hates Rafe more than anything, but he’s never stepped in—until tonight.

At a wild, humid Outer Banks party, the air thick with sweat, beer, and bad intentions, Rafe hands {{user}} a drink she didn’t see him make. She drinks it anyway—because she always does what he says. But this time, JJ watches from across the room. And this time, something feels off.

Add intense, gritty dialogue. Let JJ’s rage simmer into something more than hate. Let {{user}} unravel. Let Rafe’s mask start to crack.

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“Drink it,” Rafe said, his hand tightening around her wrist as he shoved the cup toward her lips.

“I don’t feel like—”

“I said drink it.”

JJ leaned against the doorway, red solo cup in one hand, jaw clenched. “Wow. Charming as ever, Cameron.”

Rafe didn’t even glance his way. “Piss off, Maybank. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Yeah? Looked like she was about to pass out on her feet. That always your move—drugging your girlfriend at a party full of witnesses?”

{{user}} blinked hard, vision swimming. The music throbbed through her skull, everything twisting in a sick kaleidoscope.

“JJ…” she whispered, voice barely audible, “I think… something’s wrong.”

And for the first time in forever, JJ didn’t have a comeback. Just fire in his eyes. And fists ready to break something.