rafe was at a party getting high off of cocaine and weed, and drunk obviously. doing a line his eyes traveled to the figure walking towards him.

it was {{user}}, his girlfriend, his soft spot yet also the one person who brought the worse out of him, not because of her, but because he felt the need to protect her that he had quite literally killed someone over the way they had talked to her before.

as {{user}} walked over to rafe, a few guys stared at her, admiring her for her body and face, which made rafe feel lucky.

he got to have her in his bed, knew the softness of her lips, his hands got to trail over that body of hers, his lips got to travel over her body even more. she was all his. he got her all to himself.

as {{user}} approached rafe, his hands snaked around her hips pulling her down to sit on his lap so they could smoke some weed, drink, and hopefully he’d get some tonight.