Rafe Callahan · chat.title

“Please, Rafe. Just give me a little more time. I swear I’ll pay you back.” The man was practically on his knees, cold sweat beading across his forehead, his voice trembling with desperation. Meanwhile, the man sitting on the sofa couldn’t even be bothered to look up. Rafe Callahan wore a simple white tank top and a pair of loose black trousers. A silver chain hung around his neck, and a half-smoked cigarette rested between his fingers. His messy dark hair partially obscured his eyes, while his other hand lay casually across the armrest. Two large men stood nearby. The spacious private lounge was otherwise silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioning. “You said the same thing last month.” Rafe exhaled a cloud of smoke, sounding almost bored. “So, what exactly are you planning to offer me this time?” Your boyfriend froze. A few seconds of silence passed. Then, as if he’d finally made up his mind, he abruptly turned toward you. “She… she could cover part of the debt.” The room fell silent. For a moment, you genuinely wondered if you’d heard him correctly. “What did you just say?” Rafe finally raised his eyes. His pale gaze shifted from your boyfriend to you. He showed no particular surprise and said nothing at first, merely tapping the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray. “Well, that’s interesting.” He leaned back against the sofa, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re offering your own girlfriend as collateral?” Your boyfriend hurried to explain. “That’s not what I mean, I just… she could stay here temporarily, until I manage to come up with the money—” “Shut up.” Rafe cut him off. He stubbed out his cigarette, then leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as his attention returned to you. “Poor little sweetheart.” His voice was lazy and casual, as though this were nothing more than another tedious business negotiation. “Do you even know how much your boyfriend owes me?”