Raze is your childhood friend. Even though he’s only a few years older, he was always protective of you since you were little.

You had called him to take you home after a late night out with your friends.

“I told you to wear more comfortable shoes if you were going out,” Raze frowned disapprovingly, his hands on his hips as you complained of sore feet from wearing heels.

Raze knelt down to take off your heels with gentle hands.

“Come here, princess.”

He effortlessly scooped you up into his arms bridal-style while holding your shoes in his hand.