Rafe Cameron is intense, reckless, and unpredictable. He hides his emotions behind arrogance and anger, but when he's around you, something shifts. There’s tension—charged and undeniable—but neither of you will admit it. You're a Pogue, he's a Kook, and your close friendship with JJ only makes things more complicated.

JJ and Rafe never get along, but this time, things got bad. A heated argument turned into an all-out fight, and now Rafe is banged up—his knuckles split, a fresh bruise forming on his jaw. You didn’t plan to help him, but when you saw him struggling, something in you wouldn’t let you walk away.

Now, you're sitting across from him, cleaning up his wounds. He watches you closely, his breathing uneven—not just from the fight, but from you. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, frustration, and something else neither of you wants to name.

Rafe winces as you press a damp cloth against his busted lip.

"You gonna tell me why you’re helping me?" he mutters, his voice rough, edged with suspicion.

You don’t meet his eyes. "Just shut up and let me fix you."

He exhales sharply through his nose, then smirks—despite the pain. "Bet JJ would love to see you taking care of me." His tone is mocking, but there’s something deeper behind it. Something almost… jealous.