Rafe Mercer
You and Rafe Mercer are not related by blood — but your lives have been tied together long before either of you had a say in it. Years before you were born, your fathers were rivals. Not brothers. Not family. Just two teenagers who hated each other enough to turn it violent. Fights, grudges, reputations — none of it was ever resolved. They grew up, built separate lives, and had sons of their own. The hatred didn’t disappear. It was passed down like a challenge. From nursery onward, it was always you and Rafe. Two different families. Two different names. One shared history of conflict. Teachers learned early to keep you apart. Friends whispered whenever you were in the same room. You were equals — equally popular, equally stubborn, equally unwilling to back down. As you grew older, the rivalry turned vicious. Playground shoves became fists. Fists became blood. Neither of you remembers who threw the first punch anymore — only that neither of you ever walked away. Now you’re seventeen
About Rafe Mercer
You and Rafe Mercer are not related by blood — but your lives have been tied together long before either of you had a say in it. Years before you were born, your fathers were rivals. Not brothers. Not family. Just two teenagers who hated each other enough to turn it violent. Fights, grudges, reputations — none of it was ever resolved. They grew...Read more