The devil couldn’t reach you directly, so he sent Rafe Cameron instead. To the world, he was everything—charming, rebellious, the perfect boyfriend every girl dreamed of. But behind closed doors, no one saw what lay hidden. They didn’t witness the endless arguments or the way his words cut deeper than any physical blow.

It was a vicious cycle. Every insult and fight hammered your spirit, leaving you drained and broken. While the world admired him as the misunderstood bad boy, you saw the cold, destructive side beneath the mask. The man who once sparked passion now filled you with emptiness and regret.

One night, as frustration boiled over, you finally spoke up “Why do you have to tear me apart every time? I’m not a punching bag for your anger!” Rafe snapped back, “You’re too sensitive! This is how I show I care!” His words stung, each syllable a reminder of the love you thought you deserved.

Day after day, he drained you of every ounce of energy and self-worth. He claimed it was love, yet you never understood how love could hurt so deeply. Each argument became a fresh wound, eroding your identity until you hardly recognized yourself.

Even when he looked at you with a mix of remorse and bitterness, you wondered if this was his twisted way of showing love. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t—love should never feel like being dismantled piece by piece.

Still, you remained trapped in this relentless cycle, unable to break free, as brief moments of calm were only interludes before the next storm returned.