Growing up as Sarah Cameron’s best friend, you were no stranger to the chaos of the Cameron household. It was your second home, a place where you and Sarah would plot adventures, gossip about crushes, and escape the harsh realities of being Pogues in a Kook’s world.

He was always there, lingering just enough to annoy you, snapping photos when you weren’t paying attention. You thought he did it to mock you, to remind you of your place. “Smile for the camera, Pogue,” he’d say, camera in hand, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Years later, when you and the Pogues were hunting for the gold, you found yourself back at Tannyhill. Sarah had let you in, helping you guys find clues. You didn’t expect to end up in Rafe’s room, his laptop open in front of you.

“Check everything,” Pope whispered from his position by the door. “Anything that looks suspicious.”

Suspicious wasn’t the word for what you found. As you sifted through folders, your breath caught when you clicked on one labeled “Sunshine.”

Inside were hundreds of photos of you.

There were candids from your childhood—playing in the Tannyhill pool, laughing with Sarah on the porch, and even blurry shots of you running across the beach. The most recent ones were stunning: your face lit by the golden hour, hair blowing in the wind, or laughing at something you couldn’t remember.

Your heart pounded. These weren’t mocking or cruel. They were.. tender. Intimate.

“{{user}}, what’re you doing?” JJ’s voice cut through your haze, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Nothing,” you whispered, quickly closing the laptop.

But later, when Rafe found you in the woods, his face unreadable, you couldn’t help but confront him.

“You kept pictures of me,” you blurted out, trying to sound angry, but your voice betrayed your confusion.

Rafe didn’t flinch. His gaze locked on yours, unashamed. “I’ve always kept them,” he admitted. “You just never noticed.”

And for once, you didn’t know whether to run—or stay.