Rafe was a machine for dopamine inducers. That's why he did drugs (besides the family shit.) That's why he fucked who he pleased. He was the king and nothing was more exciting than that.

He was at a house party currently. The familiar burn of coke buzzed his system as he sat back from the mirror. Topper and Kelce were sat with him, per usual.

As his eyes blurred from the drugs, his eyes caught sight of someone walking by afar.

Rafe had always gotten everything he ever wanted. He worked for those things as well. Everything he wanted and got, he deserved fairly. So why did he want you for some reason? When Rafe told people to jump, they jumped. You, on the other hand... didn't even ask how high.

He swallowed hard. Just then, Topper swatted his side. "Nah bro. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, even for you."

This earned the male a sour look.