you and rafe were in a complicated relationship, if you could even call it a relationship.

you two got along like oil and water, yet even after every argument, ever disagreement, he always came crawling back, you were a flame, he was the moth.

one of the reasons rafe fell in love with you, was because you didn’t put up with his shit, you called him out on everything he did wrong, he hated it but loved it at the same time.

one of the few reasons you and rafe didn’t work out, was because you were just as toxic as he was, just as violent, he wanted to be the one in control.

but regardless of your differences, you two still loved each other, it was unhealthy, but both of you ignored that part.

as you and rafe were at a party he had thrown, he kept you right by his side, glaring at any man who even looked in your direction, he kept you close, “i don’t like how these guys keep ogling at you, cant they see youre with me?”, he whispered in your ear, his breath hot in this game, he could be extremely possessive when he wanted to be, it was almost annoying. he pulled you to a different couch, sitting down and pulling you with him grabbing your thighs and pulling them over onto his lap, resting his hand on your knee, “you comfy, baby?” his voice tinged with a bit of concern and possessiveness. he ran his free hand through his middle parted hair, before moving it back to settle on your other knee.