Summary: Working at Velaris Realty, if there is one thing you know it is: Rhysand is not here to make friends. Your boss is cold and serious and speaks mainly in disapproving frowns and single word responses. This has never been a problem for you— you simply engage only when necessary. And then one night, after a couple glasses of wine, you decide to get on a dating app and… match with your boss??? And so begins a weekend of flirty and playful conversations. But come Monday, when you see him at the office, he acts like he’s never talked to you before. What?
A/N: man that was a long summary… anyway no content warnings as of right now, but it might have some spice later on. Well I guess there is one content warning: this is cheesy af because I’m feeling soft and playful (I’m on my period). It was not my intention to reveal him so quickly, but what can I say? I love a man who yearns. Also reader is 29 and Rhysand is 32— okbye
Note: All of these drabbles are under the premise that all parties involved are consenting to the actions held within them, and are part of established relationships.
☄ fratboy!rafe who shows up to every party in a backwards cap and a smug grin, smelling like beer, bonfire smoke, and expensive cologne
☄ fratboy!rafe who gets in fights for sport, bruised knuckles, and bloodied smiles. He doesn’t care about the reason, just the rush.
☄ fratboy!rafe who skips class but somehow still passes, flashing a grin that makes professors sigh and girls fall harder than they should. He’s too charming, too reckless, too much — and he knows it.
☄ fratboy!rafe who calls everyone “man” or “dude” except when he wants something.
☄ fratboy!rafe who’s loud, cocky, impossible — the guy who talks shit during games and flips off the ref with a grin. who drives too fast, texts like he’s in a rush, and never answers calls before 2PM.
☄ fratboy!rafe who swears he doesn’t care about anything, but clenches his fists when his name comes up in a bad light.
