S1 rafe x reader
S1 Rafe, who needs to be the center of your world.
if your attention shifts even for a second, your phone buzzes, you laugh too hard at someone else’s joke, you forget to text back, he spirals. not loudly at first, just that cold silence. that look.
and then the comments start
“So you’re just... too busy for me now?”
“Cool. Guess i know where i stand.”
“Glad i came all this way just to watch you pretend i’m not here.”
he questions every photo you post.
“who’s that for?”
“You forget you have a boyfriend or what?”
“You want people looking at you like that?”
“Guess you need attention that bad.”
and god, when he takes you to parties, it’s like you’re a trophy. His hand on your waist, his arm around your shoulder, like a warning. But the second someone glances at you wrong, or a guy says something he doesn’t like, it’s on. Suddenly he’s whispering in your ear with that sharp edge in his voice, pulling you away from the crowd, ready to explode. he’s possessive. intense. makes you feel like you’re the only thing holding him together.
and maybe you are.
but being with Rafe feels like walking on glass barefoot, and you're still convincing yourself that the blood is worth it.
