rafe had stepped onto the boat thinking he was in control, gun in hand, ready to intimidate. but within moments, the pogues; you and your friends who coincidentally hate rafe, with reasons and history; had him tied up, helpless and furious in a dark corner of the boat. the tension was thick with contempt, their eyes sharp with hatred.

then you came. you weren’t like the others. you placed the food near him, there was no hesitation— just a hard decision made in silence. you didn’t care that they hated him. you didn’t care that he deserved none of it. you weren’t here to argue, just to get it done.

rafe’s glare burned into you as he struggled against the ropes, his pride fighting to stay intact. but deep down, he knew the game had changed. he wasn’t the one in control anymore. You were.