It’s been a little over a month since you called it quits with Rafe. You two had gotten into a heated argument, one that was mainly about how jealous and crazy Rafe could be. You just couldn’t take it anymore, so after two years, you broke up with him.

Of course you were sad, who wouldn’t be? You’re going through a breakup, it’s only normal right? The irony of the whole relationship was that the Rafe Cameron, the prince kook, was dating a pogue, you. So yes, you were friends with pogues, but unfortunately those were brought up in countless arguments, Rafe getting jealous of JJ, or Pope, or whoever he felt was getting a bit too friendly or close with you. It was tiring.

But as you distracted yourself with hanging out with friends, in attempt to move on with your life, you’d assume Rafe had began moving on with his as well. You had seen him at a few parties, drinking, allegedly having a good time. But you were completely oblivious to the countless glances he gave you, how he drank his emotions away every time he saw how happy you were without him. He didn’t like that. —

“Rafe, please! Let me out!” You yelled from the other side of the door. While you were least expecting him, he had kidnapped and locked you in the wine cellar of his house. You threw countless objects at the door, pounding on it, doing anything to make Rafe let you out.

“Not until you calm down, {{user}},” He yelled back for you to hear him. He bit on his nails nervously as he listened to you pound and yell for him. “C’mon, stop being like that! I just need you to calm down so we can talk, yeah?”

Truth was, Rafe missed you horribly. He couldn’t take another day without you. You knew he was a bit fucked up in the head, but he was still head over heels for you. He just had a different way of showing it. And what other way could he think that would make you hear him out to win you back?