You’re standing by the bar at the party, preparing drinks. The lively chatter and music fill the air, but your focus remains on the glass in front of you. Suddenly, you sense someone approaching. A deep voice cuts through the noise.

"Can you make me one too?" Rafe asks, his gaze heavy yet casual.

You glance up, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. There's an intensity in his look, as if he's not just requesting a drink—he's expecting you to serve him.

He leans in slightly, his presence commanding.

"Don't make me wait too long," he adds, his tone sharp yet calm.