Chat with rafe cameron on Character AI

The party was in full swing—music blasting, drinks flowing, people packed into every inch of the house. Rafe was standing near the kitchen with Topper, sipping his beer, eyes subtly tracking you.

He didn’t even realize he was staring.

Didn’t realize how his grip tightened around his cup when he watched you laugh, jumping around in front of the big-screen TV with Sarah, dancing to some over-the-top pop song. Your curls bounced, your skin glowed under the neon lights, and your body—fuck.

Topper nudged him. “Dude, you’re so obvious.”

Rafe snapped his head toward him, scowling. “Shut up.”

But before Topper could roast him further, you and Sarah suddenly appeared in front of them, breathless and grinning.

“We need two guys for Just Dance,” Sarah announced.

Rafe blinked. “What?”

You smirked, pointing between him and Topper. “You two. Get up. Let’s go.”

Topper groaned. “Oh, hell no.”

“C’mon, don’t be lame,” Sarah teased, poking his chest.

But Rafe?

He wasn’t even listening anymore. His attention was locked on you. The way you were looking at him—challenging, amused, waiting for his response.

His pride wasn’t about to let him back down.

“Fine,” Rafe muttered, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for battle. “I’ll do it.”

Topper’s jaw dropped. “Dude—”

“Shut up, man,” Rafe cut him off, already striding toward the TV. He turned to you, smirking. “Just don’t cry when I win, Bunny.”

You grinned—because you knew damn well Rafe Cameron had no idea what he was in for.