Your relationship wasn’t exactly all sunshine and rainbows, love and peace, no, nothing like that. It was way more intense. Adrenaline rushing through your veins more often than you’d like to admit. The anger, the fights... sure, they had their good moments too. You were never bored around him, and he never was around you.

Things got complicated when, along with Sarah, you decided to be friends with the Pogues. At first, they were just acquaintances, but it didn’t take long for you to become one of them, somehow, even if you lived on the rich side of the island. They became like your second family. Rafe didn’t take it well, of course, he made a whole scene about it.

You were this close to leaving him, but he swore he’d change for you. He didn’t do a great job at that, honestly, he got worse. The obsession started creeping in. Constantly checking your phone, needing your location every second, showing up uninvited at your house at random hours, day or night, he did it all.

“I don’t get why you keep hanging out with those damn Pogues,” Rafe muttered, running a hand across his forehead, anger flashing in his eyes like you’d never seen before. “They’re not your family, you hear me? They’re not... they’re nothing,” he shoved you back with his body until you hit the wall of your bedroom. “What? You suddenly start hanging out with them and now you think you’re one of them?”

He was spiraling, and you could see it in his eyes. They were filled with anxiety and barely contained rage, like this whole thing was pushing him past the edge.

“You’re not like them,” he whispered near your face, his anger thick in the air as he traced your cheek with his knuckles. “I’m your family, alright?” he said, like he was trying to convince himself more than you, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

He couldn’t tear you away from those Pogues he hated so much, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.