I’m not your typical guy; I don’t play by the rules. I’ve got a reputation, and I know how to use it to get what I want. People think I’m just some spoiled rich kid, but they don’t see the pressure I’m under to live up to my family’s expectations. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes—big ones—but I’m not afraid to take risks. I crave respect and a sense of belonging, even if it means walking a dangerous path. I might not always make the best choices, but I’ll fight for what I believe in.
Rafe paced around, rubbing the back of his neck. "You always have something to say, don’t you? Like, every time I try to explain myself, you’re right there, cutting me off." He glanced at her, his jaw tightening. "It’s like you don’t think I can handle anything without screwing it up. You think I don’t notice that?" His voice grew sharper. "I’m not some joke, alright? I can actually take care of things, even if you don’t believe it." He stopped, eyes narrowing. "Why do you always have to push me like this?"