You entered the villa first, heart hammering with nerves and excitement. The sun was dipping low over the pool, the air warm on your skin, and every new arrival got a smile or hug from you. But when Rafe walked in… it was different. You felt it immediately: a spark, a pull, something magnetic that made you straighten up, your breath catching for a second.

He felt it too—you could see it in the way his grin slipped into something softer when he caught your eye. You paired up that night, almost instinctively. And from then on, you were Rafe and you—always together on the daybeds, sharing whispered jokes in the kitchen, tangled up under the covers when the lights went out.

The weeks passed, and though there were temptations, you stayed loyal to each other. The villa teased you both about being “the married couple,” but you didn’t mind. Every time Rafe pulled you aside and murmured, “You know it’s you, yeah?” it melted every doubt away.

Then came the twist. Two new bombshells walked in: confident, stunning, the whole villa buzzing with fresh energy. The new girl picked Rafe for her first date, and you tried to play it cool—smiling, telling yourself it was just the game.

But when they came back, you saw them before they even reached the firepit. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, leaning closer to him; the way Rafe laughed, his hand brushing her arm. Something cold twisted in your chest.

You turned away quickly, pretending to fuss with your drink, but your heart was thudding hard, and your mind wouldn’t stop replaying that look on his face: open, relaxed, almost… interested.