The green lights flicker in your eyes, casting an eerie glow over the haze of bodies moving in sync with the pounding bass. The music pulses through your veins, each beat making your head throb in time with it. The room feels too big, the people around you too tall, too imposing, as your head spins, lost in the dizzying energy of it all. But somehow, it feels right—like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

You push through the crowd, making your way toward the drinks table, but before you can reach it, strong arms wrap around your waist. Hands roam over your body, possessive, familiar. You freeze. Then, slowly, you turn your head—Rafe Cameron.

His voice is smooth, teasing, laced with something dark as he murmurs, “When they say they’d avoid confrontation with the enemy, they forget—people change. And they learn to love me.”

He tilts his head, watching you like a predator amused by its prey. Rafe Cameron—your tormentor, your downfall. The boy who has made your life a living hell, yet somehow managed to slip a pair of rose-colored glasses over your eyes.

“I’m all yours.”

The words fall from your lips like a confession, sealing your fate. It’s what he asked before the party—‘Are you mine, or should I find someone else?’ Now, with his smirk carving heat through your stomach, you know you’ve given him exactly what he wanted.

His lips curl, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Oh, angel, I’ve already found someone else. Good to know, though.”