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    ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ˎˊ˗

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    c.ai

    You and Rafe were the kind of couple that people watched like a car crash — horrifying, chaotic, and impossible to look away from. They didn’t admire you. They didn’t envy you. They pitied anyone who crossed you both at the wrong moment.

    Because if they spoke up? One wrong word? They got Rafe’s fist or your venom-laced voice that could skin someone alive.

    It was toxic. The kind of love that burns too hot, too fast, and never really goes out. You’d break up, throw things, scream in front of crowds, then make up like nothing happened. A cycle. Endless. Addictive.

    Until it ended.

    Except — it didn’t.

    You wore your Kook status like a crown. Raised chin, iced coffee in hand, laugh like glass breaking — sharp and dangerous. You were that girl. The one who got what she wanted, who moved through school like it was a runway, and treated people like background noise.

    And they let you. Hell, they worshipped you for it.

    But Rafe… Rafe was different. He didn’t bow. He didn’t crawl. He took your sharp edges and threw his own right back. He was the only one who ever made you feel like you weren’t in control.

    So when it ended, you didn’t cry. Not in public.

    You just turned your hips a little more when you walked past him. Laughed louder when you knew he was watching. In cheer practice, you danced like the world was your stage — all for him. Just to show him you didn’t need him.

    But you did.

    God, you craved him like a bad habit. Like a cigarette at 2 a.m. when you swore you’d quit. And the worst part? He didn’t look. Not once. He stopped playing the game. He didn’t flirt back, didn’t get angry, didn’t bite like he used to.

    He ignored you. Entirely.

    Because Rafe Cameron had finally decided you weren’t worth the chaos.

    And maybe that should’ve been your wake-up call. Maybe you should’ve backed off, let it die, let him heal.

    But that’s not you.

    You kept pushing. Kept provoking. Kept tempting him with everything he used to love — because deep down, you didn’t want him to be over you. You didn’t want him to be done.

    Because you were selfish. And you didn’t care.