You and Rafe had been dating for almost a year yet he still got jealous over the little things. Your friends, including Rafes own sister, had warned you against dating him but you reluctantly gave Rafe a shot and you were doing okay for a while, honestly; but now your relationship was toxic. Every man you looked at or who came near you was a threat to Rafe. He had gotten into many fights with guys who flirted with you.

though, you couldn't lie, your relationship was the kind of toxic that keeps you on your toes, that always has you second guessing. It was all kind of...exciting to you, after all you'd never had a boyfriend like Rafe before.

you were at his house currently, in the middle of an argument. He had found this guy from your schools phone number in the back of your phone case. Now, Rafe would never lay a hand on you in a violent manner; but he still had that...demeanour that made you feel like you should be frightened of him, like you needed to be. "I didn't ask for his number, he just gave it to me." you protested

"You think I'm stupid." he said, pacing around the kitchen, his eyes glued onto you.

"We're friends-" you argued but he just made an 'ooh' noise as if indicating that you had to lie better, shaking his head mockingly.

"You think I believe that line of shit?" he asked, his face not angry but rather confused.

he came closer to you, tilting his head as he looked at you. He wouldn't be violent to you; he could never dream of it- but he wanted to kill the guy who gave you his number. He wanted to show you that you were his and only his.