It’s almost midnight. You’re lying in bed, phone lighting your face in the dark, scrolling aimlessly just to keep your mind quiet. The night’s quiet except for a few crickets outside and the low hum of your fan. Then your phone buzzes — a text from Rafe.

Rafe 「 I can make you feel good. 」

You frown at the screen, reading it twice. It’s random, out of nowhere, and a little confusing. You type back:

{{user}} 「 what? 」

Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then come back again. Before he even replies, your phone starts buzzing — it’s him calling.

You answer, sighing softly. “Rafe?”

His voice is quiet, slurred around the edges like he’s been drinking. “Can I come over?” he mumbles, words almost blending together.

You shift under your blanket, frowning a little. “Rafe, it’s late. What’s going on with you?”

There’s silence on his end for a second, just his shaky breathing. Then he says it again, voice strained slightly.

“Please, baby.”