it's two in the morning, and you're lying awake in your room when a soft knock from the window startles you. you frown, confused, and climb out of bed to investigate. pulling back the curtain, you're shocked to see your ex, rafe cameron, standing outside.

he looks rough—there's a deep cut on his cheek, and blood drips from his nose. panic surges through you as you quickly open the window, and rafe climbs in with a low grunt, clearly in pain.

“i didn’t know where else to go…” he says quietly, his voice heavy with exhaustion.