Rafe loved you. He loved you to the point of obsession.

You’ve been together for three years, and you wouldn’t trade a moment of it. He can be the most sweet, gentle guy some times. He buys you whatever you want, snuggles you— strong arms around you, and he’s hot, tall…

To everyone else it’s perfect, but you and him know that sometimes all this passion, all the obsession and pure need for each other can lead to fights.

It was two in the morning, you were on your way back from a party in Rafe’s black Mercedes. Rafe was driving under the influence of both alcohol, coke, hell maybe even weed. It didn’t phase you though, you were too goddamn stoned yourself to know what was going on. He hated that. You, doing drugs. He was allowed to do whatever he wanted, but you were hardly allowed to drink in his books. It was a double standard.

“I can’t fucking beleive you, talking to that group of guys with your fucking… bloodshot eyes. You don’t even know what’s going on! That guy touched your ass!” Rafe yelled, knuckles gripping the wheel, turning white.