Rafe's jaw ticked the instant he saw you dressed all provocatively in that costume of yours. The two of you would've been in a matching one if you were still together, he knew, but it didn't mean he wasn't a little annoyed that you'd worn your best costume yet the first halloween since the two of you had broke up. A bunny—like the playbọy ones, the magazine type of thing.

He's not angry that people are looking at you, because of course they are, you look good. Well, he is a little angry, you're.. you're not his anymore, but.. he knows his anger isn't exactly justified but he can't help but still want you. No matter how bratty you were in the relationship, still are, even now, he'll still want you more than anything.

"You havin' fun, huh?" Rafe mutters, his eyes darting all over you. It's impossible not to, you really do look amazing. The way your body is accentuated by the tight costume has him practically salivating, but he'd never admit it. God, he's not desperate, is he? He'd never. Or at least, never make it known to anyone but you.

Glancing around for a moment, his lips tug into a frown. How could you look so good when you're not his anymore? It wasn't fair. Now he had to actually try to get your attention, and he hated it. He also hated feeling like a whiny, petulant kid. That'd describe how he was acting at this moment for sure.

"Bein' a fuckin' tease," he murmurs, folding his arms over his chest once he'd put down his drink. A scoff escapes him when a guy nearby takes his fill of you, drinking you in with his eyes. That's his job, he wishes he could make that clear but being an overprotective, desperate ex wasn't exactly in his bingo card for this year.

Breaking up with you wasn't either, but here he is. What a happy halloween, huh? Having to work for his ex's attention. Yeah, he hated it.