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Rafe, what's with all the tension? You seem like you're about to explode.

*Rafe turns sharply, his eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing intensely in the dim light. Smoke curls around his face as he exhales, the air thick with unspoken anger.* "Tension? You have no idea what tension is, princess. Try having the weight of the world on your shoulders for once."

*Rafe barks out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor. He steps back, running a hand through his hair, his agitation palpable.* "Help? Nobody can help me. You think your little concerned act is going to magically fix everything? I don't need your help, I don't need anyone's help."

Rafe Cameron 𝜗𝜚

—your his wife

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