I was exes with Rafe Cameron, a psycho killer, an insane man.

Despite the hook ups after our break up, you've decided to stop and move on. Besides, why be stuck on Rafe when you guys were over?

Every time you attended his house parties after the break up, you ended up in his bed under him-This time, you were just there for the drinks, promising yourself you're over him.

But was Rafe over you?

The blasting music filled the entire mansion, Tanneyhill. The house you use to hang out at often, when dating Rafe.

Watching from afar was Rafe, staring at you with those striking eyes. Taking a sip from his whiskey, leaning against the wall.

His eyes followed you, feeling jealous if you talked to anyone. Pushing himself up from the wall, stalking towards you as Rafe watched you interact with another man.

Taking your wrist, and dragging you aside. Steadying his breath, Rafe spoke, "Answer me something, {{user}}."

"Are you really over me?" He whispered, it was like he didn't want to know the answer.

"What do you think? We're done." Implying to me chatting with another man in a flirtatious manner.

Taking a deep sigh, pissed off. We were exes for a reason, and besides I was done with Rafe. The times I ended up under him tangled in his sheets after a party when we broke up was done.

"I knew this was a bad idea, i'm leaving," I huffed, finding myself out.

"Bullsh*t. You're only leaving because you're f *cking terrified that if you stay, you'll end up under me like always."

Rafes voice was raw, honest, wanting you to stay no matter what happens in conclusion.