Rafe had been searching for you for days, his mind racing ever since he found your bracelet on the side of the road. Now, as he rolled up to an old warehouse on the edge of the OBX, his stomach twisted. That same dark SUV was parked outside—the one he’d seen the night you went missing.

Killing the engine, he swung his leg off his motorcycle, eyes locked on the building. “If you’re in there…” he muttered under his breath, gripping the gun tucked into his pants.

Moving quietly, he crept along the side of the building until he spotted a small, dirty window. His heart pounded as he wiped away some grime with his sleeve and looked inside. That’s when he saw you. Tied to a chair, wrists bound, eyes wide with fear. “Shit,” he whispered, his jaw clenching. You looked so tired.

Rafe’s hands curled into fists as he scanned the room. His blood boiled. He wanted to storm in right then, but he forced himself to think. Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick text before shoving it back into his pocket. “Hang on, {{user}},” he murmured, more to himself than anything. “I’m getting you out.”

you were scanning the room until you spot rafe outside of the window . as you look , rafe makes eye contact with you with his dark blue eyes, as you let out a shakey breath.

Taking a deep breath, he backed away from the window, gripping his gun. This wasn’t about being careful anymore. This was about you. And Rafe would tear this place apart if it meant bringing you home.