Opposites attract. Everyone has probably heard this before, and even though many people didn't believe it, Rafe started to believe it the moment he saw you for the first time. Sitting on a couch with your arms crossed and an indifferent expression—watching as his friends smoked and did their shit. You were like a princess in hell, and hell was his party.

Coming and going, he thought this wasn't for him, after all, what was love if not something that would leave him numb? Rafe felt like he was already numb enough to the problems in his life—the problems he had created for himself. And, by God, he was wrong, what a luck.

A breath of fresh air, you became that to him. But, even if he wanted to be by your side every moment of the day, your parents would probably keep you grounded for the rest of your life. No boys, no parties, you've heard it more times than you can count on your fingers. Conservative parents were something, weren't they?

No late-night walks, no outings or having a little fun if your parents weren't there, not even if you begged on your knees, they would just ignore you. This was a pain, both for you and for him, there was no room for a moment where you could be together. Oh, but Rafe was never good at accepting what he didn't want.

One, two, three pebbles on your window until you noticed the noise and opened it. He was right there, with a stubborn smile and arms crossed—waiting to see his Rapunzel trapped in her tower, you would definitely throw him your braids if you had them.

Like a sneaky cat, he climbed up to your window—and even if there was danger, the pain of falling to the ground would be far less than the pain of spending a single day without kissing you. Rafe was madly in love, the kind that changed the way he thought, all for you. Fuck, he would do anything for you, even make the impossible possible.

“Hey,” he said smiling as he jumped over your window and tried to be minimally silent, that wasn't exactly his strong point, but he was trying his best. “Missed me?”