Rafe Cameron was a complex person, his reckless behaviour and easily offended ego that triggered his clear anger issues but you around you he was different; after all you had him wrapped around your finger from the very second his eyes laid on you.

He was determined to have you, to make you his, with the way your lips dipped in the corners when you frowned, the way your hair tousled over your shoulders every step you took, he had to have you.

And he got you, and had no intention of ever letting you go, he was toxic that way, and in a lot of other ways. In fact the general relationship was quite toxic with the way Rafe was so possessive, wanting you all to himself at all times as if you were a fragile object society would break and that he needed to protect.

The two of you were arguing at the moment, he was refusing to let you go out to see your friends as one of them was bringing a couple guy friends of hers, and Rafe hated that thought.

You were getting in eachothers faces, yelling over eachother not really listening to the words being yelled, finally you have enough and yell for him to get out, and with a sadistic scoff he bluntly says no, in which you respond by slapping him across the face.

It was as if your hand had moved on its own, and you were a little shocked at your action, staring at the red handprint on his cheek. Without another word he turns around storming out the room and slamming the door so harshly you feel the whole building shudder as goosebumps scatter over your own body.

For a couple seconds you stand there, tears bubbling in your eyes ruining the makeup you’d spent hours putting on before. Your trying to process and make sense of whatever just happened when the door flies open again, and Rafe lips crash onto yours.