Maybe it was the way your plush lips would curve into a warm smile each time you saw him, or the way your freshly manicured nails (that he paid for) would leave red claw marks on his back that Topper and Kelce would later ask about, or maybe even the way you’d bat your full lashes at him—but from the moment Rafe met you, he knew he’d have it bad for you, and he was in deep.

From the way your hips swayed when you walked, to the way you’d sit obediently on his lap, he knew he’d never get bored of you. After all, you were his special little princess, someone he could spoil and spend money on. That’s another thing—you were so obedient, and he idolized it. He wasn’t too sure when he got used to the obedience, but fuck, he sure wasn’t complaining. It was his favourite thing about you.

And as for now, you’re seated comfortably on his thighs at a party he’d thrown at his house—Tannyhill—listening to him as he brags about your and his nightly escapades to his crowd of friends (Topper, Kelce, and some boys with no relevance to you).

“Oh yeah, Top, Kelce, listen to this one. She is so fuckin’ loud, ain’t that right, bunny?” He taps your shoulder, catching your attention, to which you nod curtly and turn your focus more to him.

“Yeah, kid, ain’t it? Oh, Rafe, yes, don’t stop!” he mocks your moans in a high-pitched tone, drawing a laugh out of Topper and Kelce, causing you to roll your eyes, and he snorts at your blatant irritation.