Being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend isn’t easy. His jealousy and possessiveness are one thing—intense, overwhelming at times, but in a way that makes you feel like you’re the most important person in his world. The real problem? The girls who want to be you.

They watch you too closely, study every little thing you do, mimic your outfits, your makeup, even the way you speak. Some of them go as far as dyeing their hair to match yours, copying your laugh, trying to insert themselves into your world as if they belong. But they don’t. They never will.

It’s not Rafe they’re obsessed with—it’s you. Because you have something they’ll never have. His love. His attention. His obsession.

Rafe sees it too. He always does. And it drives him insane. “They’ll never be you,” he mutters, his voice low, dangerous, as his fingers tighten around your waist. “They can try all they want, but I don’t even see them.”

You believe him. But that doesn’t stop the stares, the whispers, the way they desperately try to catch his eye when you walk into a room. They don’t want him to love them. They just want to take your place.

But that’s impossible. Because Rafe Cameron is yours, and he makes damn sure everyone knows it.