Rafe and you hated eachother, but you were still nice enough to take care of him when he got injured during a fight.

Once again, he got into a fight again, and after he came home, blood smeared all over his shirt, and a bloody face.

„Rafe, what the hell happened?!“ You said, jumping up and taking his chin to inspect. But before you could grab him, he ripped his face away from your grip.

„You’re lucky enough you’re even allowed to stand this close to me, {{user}}.“ He growled.