Insane // Rafe Cameron

FIVE

I find myself perched on the tiles of the bathroom floor, a chill coursing through my body as I envelop myself tightly in the towel,

seeking its warmth and a way of comfort. Soft, tremulous sobs escape my lips, echoing in the empty room.

"Y/n,"

The unexpected sound of my name reverberates, delivered in a deep tone that only could belong to Rafe.

I remain in silence, listening, only to be met with the oppressive stillness of the room once more.

I feel a sense of unease creeping in as if my reality might be collapsing around me. I was sure i heard a voice.

I start to questioning myself;

Have I truly fallen into the depths of despair?

Is my grip on sanity beginning to falter?

Before I can dwell further on these thoughts, another call pierces through the silence, urgency underscoring the voice.

A breath of relief escapes me, a flicker of reassurance that perhaps my mind has not yet slipped entirely.

"Y/n, someone has already arrived. Come out," his voice echoed from the other side of the door.

The door resounded with a solid knock, accompanied by his resolute directive, "Come now, Y/n, I know you're in there."

I hesitate, my unspoken reply hanging in the air, "I am not dressed."

Self-consciousness washes over me, a wave of uncertainty as I contemplate the possibility of stepping out in such a vulnerable state,

"I'm aware, that's why I'm here" his response carries a note of impatience. "I have the dress, so just come and get it."

Each step towards the door tightens my grasp on the towel, every movement laden with hesitation.

Placing my hand on the handle, I draw in a deep, steadying breath. As the door creaks open, my gaze meets Rafe's.

Though his visage retains its intimidating aura, a subtle shift in his demeanor hints at a deeper complexity beneath the facade.

He stood before me in a meticulously tailored suit, his hair styled with precision into a slicked-back elegance.

Despite his commanding presence, I couldn't help but peek.

Breaking our eye contact, his eyes traveled down my body, a hint of annoyance transforming into a sardonic grin.

"Is that the best you could find?" His words dripped with mockery, nodding towards the small towel around my form.

"Please, just give me the dress," I requested, my reluctance to be half-naked in his presence evident.

"Right, be quick," he replied, handing me a sleek black dress. I swiftly accepted it, closing the door behind me.

As I step back in front of the mirror, I swiftly slide the dress over my head, adjusting it over my shoulder and then down until it's on completely.

The long black silk fabric with delicate straps oozed elegance, making me ponder how he managed to acquire the dress so quickly.

Studying my reflection in the mirror, the snugness of the dress compared to my regular attire highlighted my curves,

in a manner that brought both satisfaction and unease.

However, as I appreciated how it complemented my figure, a voice within me was dying of embarrassment.

I shook my head slightly and took a deep breath, preparing myself to confront Rafe once more.