You could roll all the dices you want, calculate the probability of getting out of this situation but you couldn’t find the answer.

Was there a way out of this? Or was this going to be your fate.

The dark ink painted sky reflected down onto the ocean — Standing on the doc shivering, you felt a presence.

No, not just a presence. His presence. Rafe Cameron.

Looking behind you as you turned to face him, looking up to meet his once special to you blue eyes. They were fierce and sweet at the same time.

The last time we saw each other was different. It was the end of us. Whatever we were. But it was just.. different.

We use to be close. Super close. We were the definition of close, and now he was so enigmatic.

I didn’t even recognize him.

“{{user}},” Rafe murmured, his breath ran down my neck. The way he spoke was in a dominant tone.

“Rafe.”

My breath hitched, his name faltering on my tongue. While he was in a calmer state, I was scared.

Palms sticking onto my clothes, eyes flickering away from his tall figure. The small drops of sweat rolled down my neck. “W-what do you w..”

“Shut it, {{user}}.”

Alone with him on the doc during the night, eerie chills made you shiver — Rafe lunged at you his rough hands wrapped around your throat.

Your breath was being cut off, struggling to fight back the air stopped going down your throat.

“Raf-!”

You gasped one last time, before Rafe cut your words off backing you up against a large tub of water. No. No!

Sweat dripped down your back, your eyes widening. Holding eye contact with those cold blue eyes you once thought of them as home, Rafe plunged your head down the tub.

Bubbles escaped up to the top of the tub, your mouth open and closed like a fish.. Long strands of your hair submerged and soaked.

Hair that Rafe use to touch softly, when you two were kids, when you two were friends. Now? What even are we?

Strangers. Strangers with a complicated past.