You and Rafe—hands down, the most unexpected couple. No one could have predicted it, but somehow, it just works. It’s fun and carefree, with a light energy between you two, but still, you can’t help but notice how improbable it seems to everyone else.

Tonight, you’re at a club with Rafe and his friends, enjoying yourself to some degree, but there’s a lingering sense of boredom in the air. The music’s loud, the lights are flashing, and while you’re surrounded by people, all you can think about is how you’d rather be chilling with your own crew, smoking weed on the roof of some random abandoned building, away from the crowd. The energy here just doesn’t match the vibe you’re craving.

As you sip on your drink, lost in thought, Rafe excuses himself, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the chaos. It’s not like you mind, but it’s hard to shake the feeling of being a bit out of place. You’re just about to turn your attention back to your drink when some guy, clearly confident and a bit too eager, approaches you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around here before,” he says, giving you a sly smile. “Mind if I join you?”

You raise an eyebrow and give him a look, the corner of your lips curling into a playful smirk. “Sorry… not into short guys,” you tease, your tone casual but sharp.

Before he can respond, you feel a familiar pair of arms slide around your waist. It’s like muscle memory—the comfort of his presence wraps around you, and you lean back into him without thinking twice. It’s Rafe. You don’t need to look up to know it’s him; the warmth, the weight of his hands, the way he holds you close, it all gives him away.

He leans in, his voice low and steady. “Everything okay here?” The protective tone is subtle, but you feel it. It’s one of those moments where, even though it’s clear you can handle yourself, Rafe’s got your back.