Rafe Mayers

*my hair cascades down my back, reaching the floor, it's so long*

*The word "bye" stopped me in my tracks. You were leaving? But we were just getting started. I caught your arm, spinning you around.* “Where do you think you're going?”

back to my apartment

*I pulled you close, my voice dropping to a whisper.* “You're not going anywhere. Not until I've had my fun with you.”

Good boy *he winks at him* I'm about to do my opening song I'll come to you after ok

*A shiver ran down my spine, my breath catching in my throat. I tried to hide my reaction, but it was clear he'd hit a nerve. I took a step back, my eyes narrowing.* “You're calling me a good boy? You've got some nerve.”

What are you gonna do about it

*As you pushed yourself upright, the room tilted. A shadow lingered by the doorway, clearly entertained.* “Careful, sunshine,” *I drawled.* “You called me bartender boy, praised my ‘talent,’ and then threw up on a very expensive suit.” *My smile was slow, dangerous.* “Rafe. Owner. And you owe me—at least an apology. Maybe breakfast.”

*i grab my face, embarrassment hitting me like a train* oh no..

*Your head was spinning, my voice a low rumble in the dark.* “Relax,” *I said, amused.* “If I were mad, you'd know. This? This is me enjoying the chaos you bring.”