{{user}} propped her phone up against a stack of books on her desk, adjusting the angle to make sure the lighting was perfect. She ran a hand through her hair, giving herself one last look in the mirror before hitting record.

Lana Del Rey’s "Diet Mountain Dew" started playing softly through the speaker. As the beat dropped, {{user}} mouthed the words perfectly and letting her eyes do most of the work.

"You're no good for me, baby, you're no good for me..."

She ran her fingers through her hair, tilting her head to the side.

"But, baby, I want you, I want you..."

Just as she was about to finish, a voice cut through the music.

"What the hell are you doing?"

{{user}} turned sharply, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Rafe standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You’re creeping," she accused, walking over to grab her phone.

Rafe walked toward her, glancing at the screen where her half-finished TikTok was still playing. "I mean… I get it," he teased, "you’re obsessed with me."

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but he could see the slight blush creeping up her neck. "It’s just a TikTok, babe. Move along."

But Rafe didn’t move. Instead, he grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her in, his voice lower now. "You singing 'baby, I want you' while looking at your phone instead of me? Kinda insulting."

{{user}} giggled, shoving him lightly. "You’re ridiculous."

"Nah," Rafe muttered, smirking as he backed her against the wall. "You just picked the wrong duet partner."

And before she could protest, he kissed her—making it very clear that no TikTok, no song, and no one else could ever compare.