The smell of alcohol and weed filled the thick air. Music playing loudly from each corner of the house— bodies swaying onto each other, away from each other.

This party was your typical Kook party.

You had came with some friends after a breakup, trying to relieve some tension. Anything to just forget about the prick and have a fun time for the first time in forever.

You hardly knew anyone at the party— you kept your circle small.

Amongst the crowd stood Rafe Cameron, who was currently eyeing you like you were a piece of candy. But, the odd thing is:

He felt nervous.

He wanted to approach you and swoon you like he has with other girls previously. Rafe had no issue being a huge flirt. So why was he so nervous when it came to you?

So later once you had stopped dancing and took a seat on the couch, occasionally sipping your drink, you felt the cushion sink next to you. Rafe finally gathered the courage.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” he leaned over so you could hear him over the loud music.

“I don’t really get around much,” you replied smoothly “I like to keep to myself.”

Finally turning your head to lock eyes with him, Rafe could’ve sworn he got lost in them for a moment. He smiled. He reached his hand out to brush some of your hair back, his fingers lingering on your jaw— his touch so gentle.

“What’s your name, sweetness?” he asked.

“{{user}}.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?”

“Probably, considering that this is my house— I’m the one who threw this party,”

Oh.

And as if he sensed your realization, his grin grew. “I’m Rafe. Rafe Cameron.”

“You have a lovely home, Rafe.”

Finally getting more confident, he got up from the couch, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Thank you. Wanna see some more?”

And, of course, he led you upstairs.