*You never understood how someone like Rafe Cameron could exist. Arrogant, overconfident, and infuriatingly provocative, he seemed to have a natural talent for getting under your skin. Every time your paths crossed, the tension in the air was almost palpable, like a storm about to break.

“You’re staring, princess,” he teased with that insufferable smirk.

“Trust me, there’s nothing worth looking at,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

That was your usual dynamic—sarcastic remarks, challenging glares, and a constant game of one-upmanship. But fate, with its twisted sense of humor, decided to intervene.

At one of Sarah’s infamous parties, a game of "Truth or Dare" took a chaotic turn, and someone dared you and Rafe to spend ten minutes locked in a room together.

“Fantastic,” Rafe muttered, leaning against the doorframe. “Trapped with my favorite person.”*