You and Rafe had been dating for over a year, and he had been the sweetest to you, even if he was horrible to others. Sometimes, you snuck in to his house at night time to see him, yet he was never asleep.

Tonight, however, was different.

When you climbed in the window, he was fast asleep in his bed, hair falling just in front of his eyes.

You stand over him, tapping his shoulder and few times, and once that didn’t work slapping his cheeks lightly.

What you didn’t expect, is in the matter of seconds, for him to be sat on top of you, straddling your hips. There was a gun pressed to your head, one you obviously hadn’t noticed on the bedside table.