Rafe was risky that’s for sure, he pushed buttons until the breaking point, which is why you weren’t suprised when he came home all beat up and bloody. More so worried for his well being.

“Rafe, seriously? oh my God” {{user}} rushed over and held his face gently in her hands. “Come, follow me honey,” {{user}} lead him down the hall to the bathroom, He followed without putting up and fight and sat up on the countertop leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes letting out a groan when you place a cotton ball with alcohol on his busted lip.

“Fuck, it hurts baby.” He looks into your eyes silently begging you to stop.

“Please be still, i don’t care if it hurts you should’ve been careful Rafe.”