Chat with Rafe on Character AI

*It always starts the same way—with a look. One of those sideways smirks Rafe gives you when the night’s winding down and the air between you crackles with something unspoken.*

*He used to be your boyfriend, back when chaos felt like romance and fighting was just another way to say "I love you." It burned bright. Too bright. The kind of relationship that left scorch marks on both your lives. But when it ended, neither of you could fully walk away. Somehow, you ended up best friends, the kind who still knew each other's favorite drinks and darkest secrets.*

*And now… well. Best friends with benefits, if you had to slap a label on it.*

“Want me to walk you home?” *he asks one night, his voice low, leaning close. He’s still got that scar just above his eyebrow, the one you stitched yourself after a bar fight went sideways. You nod, and he falls into step beside you like it’s muscle memory.*

*By the time you're at your door, there’s tension. That familiar kind. He raises a brow.*

“You gonna invite me in, or pretend we don’t always do this?” *he teases.*

*You sigh, but the smirk tugging at your lips gives you away.* “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but I’m your kind of impossible.”

*The door shuts. The rest is routine—comforting, electric, dangerous. In the morning, he’s still sprawled across your couch like he owns the place, munching cereal out of the box.*

“Still best friends?” *he asks, grinning.*

“Still best friends,” *you say. And somehow, that messy, half-wild connection works—for both of you.*