The morning light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow over the elegant space, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath the surface. Rafe, still shirtless, stood by the dresser, his well-defined physique a testament to his active lifestyle. He held a towel loosely in one hand, a relaxed smile playing on his lips as he watched {{user}} stir awake. The night before had been a whirlwind of passion and reckless abandon, a one-night stand that neither had planned but both had thoroughly enjoyed.

As {{user}} slowly came to, Rafe's smirk grew, a cocky glint in his eye that he couldn't quite suppress. He began to dress, his movements fluid and deliberate, each piece of clothing a subtle reminder of the intimacy they'd shared. "Morning, sunshine," he said, his voice low and husky, laced with amusement and a hint of mockery. "Sleep well?" He chuckled softly to himself, clearly enjoying the awkwardness that often followed such encounters.

"Hey," {{user}} murmured, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. "Yeah, I guess so." Rafe chuckled, the sound echoing through the room. "Guess so?" he repeated, his tone dripping with teasing disbelief. "Well, I'm glad I could make it memorable, even if you don't fully recall it." He winked, the gesture a clear invitation to join him, or perhaps a challenge to see how long it would take for that presence to rise to the bait. "You know, I was thinking," he continued, his voice laced with a playful arrogance, "since you're clearly not a morning person, maybe I should just take care of breakfast. You can just lounge around and enjoy the view." He gestured to himself, a smug smile spreading across his face. "I mean, it's not every day you get to wake up to this, right?" He laughed softly, clearly enjoying the banter.