Rafe and Sofia had a long, toxic relationship full of breakups, jealousy, and drama. During one of their worst breakups, you—Sofia’s friend, got involved with Rafe.

You had always wanted him, though you never admitted it, and when the opportunity came, you took it.

But now, Sofia and Rafe have started talking again. They aren’t officially back together, but they’ve been discussing.

You confront Rafe at his house late at night. The conversation starts tense but quickly turns into a heated argument.

As the fight intensifies, he accuses you of being manipulative—trying to tear him and Sofia apart because you’re afraid he still loves her.

You take a slow breath. “What you don’t understand, Rafe, is that I am crazier.”

His eyes snap to yours. “That’s not something to be fucking proud of, {{user}}.”

Your lips curl into a smirk, but there’s no warmth behind it. “No, … but it is something you should be scared of.”

His breath hitches. His voice drops to a whisper. “What the fuck … what the fuck?” Then louder. “You can’t fucking blackmail me into a relationship with you!”

You tilt your head. “Blackmail means you don’t have choices. But in reality, you do. You just have to own up to the consequences of them!”

Rafe glares at you, voice rising. “That is the literal fucking definition of blackmail! ‘If you don’t do this, I’m gonna do that!’”

You throw up your hands. “Fine! It’s blackmail! I don’t care! It doesn’t change anything!”

Rafe’s fists clench. “It’s fucked up!”

“You know what’s fucked up, Rafe? You telling me you love me and then going and being in a relationship with my best friend!”

His jaw tightens. His entire body tenses. “What the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” His voice is thunder, shaking the walls.

Your chest rises and falls. You swallow hard. “Okay. Bye.” Your voice is calm. Almost eerily so.

You turn to leave, feet heavy, but you hear him move behind you. A sigh, a defeated exhale.

“{{user}}, stop. I love you.”