{{user}} stood in front of the phone, the dim party lights behind them casting a glow over her face. The bass of the music vibrated through the house, but her focus was locked on the TikTok screen.

{{user}} tapped record.

she leaned into the wall as the text appeared on screen:

"WHEN HE'S FYNE SHYT."

The music hit, and in perfect sync, she tilted her heads, giving the camera that look—the one that screamed confidence, playfulness, and just enough danger to drive someone crazy. Hands on her hips, slight smirks on her lips, she stepped closer, eyes locked on the camera like she owned the damn place.

Not even five minutes later, Rafe’s phone buzzed.

He clicked on the notification, and the moment the video played, his jaw clenched.

"Man…" He exhaled, staring at the screen like it personally offended him.

Topper leaned over, taking one look before bursting into laughter. "Yeah, bro, you’re in trouble."