Rafe wasn’t home, he was doing some company things for his father. You decided that today you were sick of his shit, and packed your things. After you did, you hastily made your way down his stairs and before you walked out the door, you bumped into something that was two times your size. You glanced up and saw Rafe, apparently he made it home early “What the hell, do you think you’re doing {{user}}.” Rafe gripped onto you wrists very tightly.