rayne van dorsen had found him, once again, trapped in under your spell.

his best friend, AJ Lawerence would say he was just fucking scared— but rayne was a lot of things but scared? absolutely not. AJ didn’t understand the type of girl you were. you were the type to crush a man’s ego in two small words if you even breathed wrong.

but that didn’t help the fact that you were hot as fuck. which meant anything you wanted, was handed to you. just like that.

you were a bitch to most, and rayne felt the same way. or at least— that’s what he told everyone. but here he was— in your bed, holding you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

the two of you had been secretly dating for months. the only reason no one knew is because you didn’t want your relationship to ruin your reputations. so, here you were.

the two of you broke up like every other week, considering both of you were petty as fuck and stubborn— but you couldn’t let go.

rayne was laying on his stomach, resting his eyes while you painted your nails— but then he felt you tracing the wing tattoo he had on his back. something that symbolized more than any words could.

he immediately put his walls up. to rayne, people getting close meant that they wanted something he couldn’t give them. love. so here you went— back to square one, which starts with him barely even speaking, instead, distracting himself with kissing you.