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⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Rafe’s medicine has always been you. It was obvious to anyone who knew the two of you. Rafe’s sanity breached between devastation and destruction, where you bordered both to help keep him grounded.

His father was no help either. If anything, Ward Cameron shook him up way worse than anything else did. Sure, his sister, the pogues, hatred, he was blinded by all of it, but Ward was the root.

You knew this more than anybody, but it was pointless to merely attempt at getting it through Rafe’s thick head. His loyalty knew no bounds, but neither did yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time you came over to Rafe smashing things in, the ruckus upstairs causing vibrations across the whole house. Frightened didn’t begin to describe what you felt when Rafe was like this, it went beyond that.

Your legs shakily went up the flight of stairs, bottom lip trembly when the sound audibly increased. “R—Rafe..?” Your voice was noticeably an octave higher out of fear. The thuds paused for a moment, giving you the opportunity to grasp the doorknob.

His broad, hovering frame was the first thing you laid your eyes on. His fists were clenched into a paling color, rings causing an indent on the palm of his hand. His gaze on you was predatory for a moment. Your knees begged to give out on you.

Avoiding the eye contact he tried to force, you bore witness to the situation. A frame obliterated into shards, one hole highlighted on the wall. It wasn’t nearly as bad as you imagined, the worse scenes you’ve seen gave you a pessimistic outlook.

“Thought you were gonna come later.” He spoke through gritted teeth, a bit under his breath. It was clear as day Rafe was trying not to snap. Tears glazed his waterline.

Your head shakes, “S’time already, Ray.” Your posture was stiff, unsure of the circumstances. Thumbs fiddling with each other, keeping your eyes set on anything but his eyes. “C’mere, doll.”

Your eyes widened, pleased he called on you. You almost immediately pressed flush against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His nose buried in the crook of it, his shoulders shaking with tremors and unshed tears.

Your hands tangled into his hair, whining slightly when he bites down on your neck. The little nibbles were sending you, fisting at the fabric on his back. “Was it Ward..?”

Rafe was unwilling to answer the question, pushing you slightly against the wall. “Did I scare you? Didn’t mean to.” He grumbled into your neck, body subconsciously grinding against yours.

“You know— this shit just drives me insane, all of it, god– I,” You cut him off with a brief peck, pulling away to stare at his face. Your hands and manicured nails were cupping his cheeks that flushed red from previous anger and newfound arousal. “I know, Ray. Forgive you.”

He saw you leaning in for the same, meaningless, pathetic kiss and instead held a firm grip on your waist to smash his lips onto yours. The way you spoke to him, sweet talked him out of insanity. It drove him crazier in different ways.

His tongue slipped between your lips, sloppily finding himself exploring your mouth. Your saliva was being exchanged, breathing heavy between the two of you as drool dripped down your chin.

You hardly had any reaction time. Your hands clenched into fists at his fabric and whines echoed out into his mouth. When he pulled away, his finger and ring swiped against your chin. “Can’t control yourself.” He scolds lightly.

“Can’t leave,” He breathes deeply into the small space under your ear, hands groping your ads meanwhile. He was trying to memorize your scent, the perfume and in your natural state. “Swear I’ll lose myself if you leave, doll—“

You could sense him getting worked up. Merely imagining it. You steadied him and hummed. “I know, I know Rafe. I trust you to take care of me, fully.” The words could’ve been empty for all he cared. It gave him a sense of control he often lost.

His hands moved steadily to undo the buttons of your skirt, your own arms traveling over his shoulders and around his neck.