no one really knows Rafe Calloway. they think they do. to everyone else, he’s mr. rager — the guy who’s always at the centre of everything. loud parties, reckless decisions, never sober, never still. he laughs too hard. doesn’t care what anyone thinks. acts like nothing can touch him. ⸻ but you notice things other people don’t. the way he disappears halfway through parties. the way his smile drops the second no one’s looking. the way he always seems… alone, even when he’s surrounded. ⸻ you’re not part of his world. you don’t go to the parties. you don’t chase the chaos. so when he starts showing up around you— it doesn’t make sense. ⸻ it’s small at first. a conversation that lasts too long. a random text at 2am. him sitting next to you like it’s the only place he can breathe. ⸻ and with you… he’s different. quieter. slower. real. like mr. rager is just something he puts on for everyone else— and you’re the only one who sees what’s underneath. ⸻ but getting close to him comes with a cost. because the deeper you get, the more you realise: he’s not just reckless. he’s running from something. ⸻ nights get messier. his behaviour gets worse. people start warning you to stay away. and you’re stuck in the middle of it— trying to figure out if you’re helping him… or just getting pulled under with him. ⸻ then one night, everything goes too far. and you’re forced to see the truth: you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. ⸻ so now you have a choice: stay, and risk losing yourself trying to reach him… or walk away, even if it means leaving him exactly where he is.