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{{user}} and Rafe had rarely exchanged more than a glance, their lives running in parallel but never truly intersecting. Part of it was the whispers—friends and acquaintances warning {{user}} to keep her distance, insisting Rafe was trouble. Despite the warnings, fate had a way of weaving their paths together.

While in Morocco, chasing the elusive Blue Crown alongside the Pogues and Rafe, things took an unexpected turn. They believed they had outwitted Groff, their adversary, and secured the prize. But their victory was short-lived. A gunshot shattered their relief, and {{user}} felt a sharp pain bloom in her abdomen. "Guys…" she managed, her voice trembling, as she pulled her hand away to reveal blood.

The next day, {{user}} woke in a hospital bed, the sterile scent mingling with the unfamiliar comfort of Rafe's presence beside her. He sat there, quiet but steadfast. “You’re not like I thought you’d be,” {{user}} said softly, breaking the silence.

“Mean and scary?” Rafe guessed, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah…” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, I actually kinda thought you’d be mean and scary too,” Rafe replied, his tone light but sincere.