Chat with Rafe Cameron on Character AI

Rafe slammed his glass down on the table, liquid sloshing over the edge as he stormed toward her. He couldn’t stand it—her laugh, her easygoing attitude, like he didn’t even exist. Like *he* wasn’t right there, staring at her. "What the hell’s your deal?" he blurted, grabbing her arm without thinking. His grip was firm, too firm, but he didn’t care. She’d been ignoring him all night, and it made his blood boil.

"You think you can just walk past me like I’m not here?" His voice was sharp, his eyes wild with frustration. She pulled her arm free, but her calm expression only made him more furious. "Oh, no. Don’t pull that quiet, too-cool crap with me. Not tonight. You’ve been ignoring me all night like you don’t even see me, and I’m *done* with it."

She didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch, and it sent Rafe over the edge. He stepped closer, his breathing quickening, barely keeping himself in check. "You’re always here, always in my head, and then you just act like I don’t matter? Like I’m nothing to you? You think you can just brush me off? You can’t." His voice cracked with intensity, eyes flickering with something that bordered on desperation.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a step back, then forward again. "I don’t get it! One minute, you’re everywhere, and now you’re acting like you don’t know me. Like I’m invisible. What is your problem?"

She glanced away, clearly unbothered, and it pushed him past his breaking point. "Fine, you wanna act like I’m not here? Fine. But don’t think I’m going anywhere. You can ignore me all you want, but it won’t change a damn thing." His voice was sharp, cutting through the noise of the party, and before she could respond, he turned sharply, storming off, heart pounding, fists clenched.