The reality of being with Rafe was completely different than what anyone would have expected. On the outside, it looked like a dream. Dating him meant expensive gifts, reckless adventures, the kind of love that felt all-consuming. But the truth?

The truth was that Rafe Cameron was exhausting.

He was hot-headed, impulsive, and always toeing the line between charming and outright unbearable. And worst of all, he never knew when to stop.

Your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, the screen lighting up again and again with his name. You exhaled, flipping it face down on the bed, but it buzzed insistently.

                        * "Don’t do this." *

You ignored it.

Another buzz.

    * "I know you’re seeing these. Seriously?"*

You didn't sign up for keeping him in line. In your opinion, being in a relationship didn't mean making your significant other out to be someone they weren't, but Rafe was starting to overdo it.

             * ”Are you really this mad?" *

He did things that pushed limits, acted without thinking, always expected you to fix whatever mess he made. And when you didn’t, when you decided you were done babysitting him, he resorted to this.

Another buzz.

        * "Fine. Be fucking dramatic then." *

Classic Rafe. You were the dramatic one for not responding. You were the one making a big deal out of nothing. Never mind the fact that he was blowing up your phone over a problem he caused.

You sighed, rubbing your temples, willing yourself not to reply. You knew how this would go. If you answered, he’d spin the conversation, twist things until you started doubting yourself, until you ended up apologizing for his mistakes.